Advice from my 3 1/2 year old

Sometimes all we need to do is listen to our children.  I am trying very hard to get us all into our normal routine and keep us on track.  My mind is so preoccupied and I've caught myself stopping in my tracks because a wave of sadness sweeps over me.  I took my youngest two girls to swim lessons on a day we were not scheduled and we sat there wondering why they weren't being called; then it dawned on me that I had my days confused.  Grief is a funny thing.  It consumes you if you let it.  I am trying to not let it, but at the same time I need to let these feelings out.  

Today I was reading something and it reminded me of my Aunt.  My eyes teared up and I started to cry.  My three year old came over and asked me why I was crying.  I told her I was feeling sad and missed Aunt Cici.  She looked me straight in the eye and said, "Don't be sad Mama Aunt Cici is with Jesus."  

I took a deep breath and said, "You're right honey, she is."  Then a sense of calmness and peace took over.  My three year old is right.  Yes, it is sad and lonely for us left behind, but how magnificent is it for my Aunt.  She is with our loved ones that went before her and she is in Jesus' hands.  Nothing else matters.

This was one of my Aunt's favorite poems and one of my favorites too.  I carry it with me in my purse, because sometimes I need to be reminded that he never leaves me.