(c) Stephanie Josiah
Tomorrow is Ishypoo's second birthday (Heaven Birthday)... Join us in celebrating the time we got to spend with him and the new amazing life he now has... By loving someone that it is difficult to love... By reaching out to a stranger in need... And if you have something red to rock... Rock red ... Even if it is just one sock to remind you of a three year old boy who (to this world may have seemed...
broken) but his love, his heart worked better than any of ours.
Be love!
Ishy, my son... Don't know where to begin on how I feel about your absence. A year tomorrow already?
Fine. Let me address the issue of missing you, first and foremost with praise. Abba Father, thank you for the life of our son... Thank you for keeping your promise to give us time together. Thank you for your mercies everyday... In every giggle, smile, and gooey kiss... You made my heart over with just being in the presence of our Ishy... You didn't have to, but you did... You didn't have to give us a day... You gave us three years. I could be mad that he's gone... Or I could feel defeated... BUT because I know whose child I am... Because I know where my son is... Oh, He's in my Father's house!! He's in my father's house!!!!!!!!
I know where to find him when it's my turn to go and I will watch him run to me and hold him close and breathe his curly hair in again.
Why do I have this joy even as I mourn? Because God is good!
Don't you know He is so good?
Look at me, I should be broken... I should be defeated... I should feel hopeless... The government shut down... But my joy is not... My son's body shut down, but his soul did not... Woo!
Praise God.
Now back to you, Ishy... XOXOXOXOXOXOXO Times forever! We love and miss you but you aren't far away. You're right here Tomorrow we might cry a whole lot more than usual, but I can't stress to you enough that I am happy that you are safe and happy and healed!
Be love!
Ishy, my son... Don't know where to begin on how I feel about your absence. A year tomorrow already?
Fine. Let me address the issue of missing you, first and foremost with praise. Abba Father, thank you for the life of our son... Thank you for keeping your promise to give us time together. Thank you for your mercies everyday... In every giggle, smile, and gooey kiss... You made my heart over with just being in the presence of our Ishy... You didn't have to, but you did... You didn't have to give us a day... You gave us three years. I could be mad that he's gone... Or I could feel defeated... BUT because I know whose child I am... Because I know where my son is... Oh, He's in my Father's house!! He's in my father's house!!!!!!!!
I know where to find him when it's my turn to go and I will watch him run to me and hold him close and breathe his curly hair in again.
Why do I have this joy even as I mourn? Because God is good!
Don't you know He is so good?
Look at me, I should be broken... I should be defeated... I should feel hopeless... The government shut down... But my joy is not... My son's body shut down, but his soul did not... Woo!
Praise God.
Now back to you, Ishy... XOXOXOXOXOXOXO Times forever! We love and miss you but you aren't far away. You're right here Tomorrow we might cry a whole lot more than usual, but I can't stress to you enough that I am happy that you are safe and happy and healed!
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