✝ Makenzie will never be forgotten. She was such a role model both in dance and life. Makenzie’s story and legacy, the Stocker family and Makenzie’s best friend Caitlin have all helped me in dealing with my own personal grief with Jessi. They taught me to “turn my mourning into dancing” and showed me that I can get through this.
The dreams about her have subsided. I don’t think about her everyday as I have in years past and I’m needing to play old audio to remember her voice. Six years ago today, my oldest daughter, Makenzie — who is now my youngest — was invited into heaven. “Six years” is a long time as I think about all that has happened since. Great things. Hard things. Things to celebrate and things to mourn.
As I spend today in the back corner of a small-town coffee shop, I think about the word “restoration.” More-so, I think about what it takes to be restored. Brokenness first. Surrender second. Expertise third. Time last. Then, restoration births new life. That’s God’s way. He takes my broken and hurting heart for the loss of my child and calls it to surrender. He reaches out and holds my surrendered hands first to comfort, then…
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