Death is a strange thing... the fading of a light. It takes so much Faith. I struggle to trust what I believe to be true, that what lies on the other side is there. This is my personal fight, but because I refuse to not choose, I choose to believe.

Grandmas death will affect me in many ways, it already has. She was ripped from us, a gaping ugly hole is left where she once was the hub of our happiness as a family. I believe this was an attack from the devil  of who's power will be stripped away as we grow even stronger in our faith because of it. And im angry. not at God, but at the boldness of the devil that he thinks he can take us down. I want to focus on the joy of the people around me more, make tea in the morning instead of rushing, read my bible more than facebook, take time for family over work...

I want more of gramma style love.

It makes me cry while I write to think of how far she is from us, heaven is truly higher than earth. But God is the good that redeems. He doesn't always prevent but he restores. And she has truly been restored.

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