The Walls Are Aching~

Dear, darling Donya...
She left this earthly precipice not long ago. And today her mom said:
"The walls (of home) are aching for her!"

I know the home of her Mom's heart is definitely missing that woman/ child...
the beauty sometimes in disguise- a child of laughter and mischief,
but of no lasting peace.

Oh, Donya, we all ache for the young who cannot see a future or a hope!
Who cannot take the hard things of life that would make it worth the effort!
We pray your death was not in vain; may it touch many in ways we may never see,
but still will know with a knowing that no words can say!
Dearest, I barely knew you, but you had such purpose! I look around at many
children and know that some of your reason for "being" was probably so
that they might be!
Now that is an amazing destiny!
I thank God that I know He is a loving, gracious God who knows the hearts
of those who hurt and those who hurt for them!
Save a place for me and mom at the stables up there! I bet you are grooming
the Christ's stallion as I write this-
"..thy Kingdom come, thy will be done... On earth, as it is in Heaven!"