Featuring the note that came from Heaven

It's been one of those days.
In all honesty, nothing bad happened today. In fact, there was a lot of good. But it's one of those days that just have to come, because it's part of the mourning process.

It's such a strange feeling to know that I am being silly.

There are so many harder things happening around me and I wonder, "Why am I even still sad about this?" It feels selfish. I feel like I am moving forward in my life, and there have been wonderful things that have happened this semester that never would have. Very often I feel grateful for the decision I made. But it doesn't make the missing less.

It has almost been three months. It feels like 9. In some ways, it is like a dream. Like that part of my life never happened.

In general, things are good. I truly am happy. In the back of my mind it is a dull ache that is always present. I think it is always subconsciously on my mind. But it is manageable. I can put it aside and enjoy life. But now, three months later, I am surprised at how severe the pain can still creep in. It comes sometimes at the most surprising times, triggered by the most ordinary things.

In light of all of that, I became even more aware of how much God is aware of me, even in this small trial of mine.

At the loneliest point of my day I remembered a note that was given to me on Sunday. There was no occasion. There was no need. It just came from an amazing girl who was definitely inspired to write a wonderful, inspiring note. I forgot to read it until tonight. It was just what I needed.

God is so good. And so are His children. I should go write someone a note.