a piece of your heart is there too. Forever changed and incomplete, a part of you walks through this life desperately waiting for the next. A silent, but ever-present battle ensues. We sit on the fence of this life and eternity; not sure which side to fight for, not sure where we belong. It is in this season of waiting, where there is much to learn. In the waiting ... joy and sorrow can co-exist. In the waiting ... beauty can be found amongst the ashes. In the waiting ... faith can still grow. In the waiting ... God is still good.
Logan, my sweet boy, this is the space between here and you.