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.