Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Just another story. You are not just another story to me. You will never be a story. You were real. Holy crap. They don't know you. They don't know why I'm crying. God be praised that your story continues to be shared. But you are NOT a story. You are not a moral lesson to be tossed out. God! We love you. We miss you. You were here. You were ours. You were real. You are not just a name. You are his now. You are ok. You are alive. I believe this. God, I miss you. I'm still praying for your family. You are their son. Their brother. Their youth pastor. Their best friend. Their roommate. That doesn't change. You are. You left us, but you're here. I know this. So much more than a story. They don't know. They don't know anything.
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4 comments:
Hey you. :-)
I may not have known him, but I've been the one who sits were you were, and I can promise you, that the most important thing, is that he keeps changing lives with his service, even when he's already home. God's using him, every day.
I didn't know him, but I felt him.
He's real.
He changed me.
I love you, Kate.
Thanks, Shanna. You're making me bawl all over - haha. He changed me too :)
Your mourning for him inspires me Katherine. Reminds me how much we love our friends.
And like Shanna said, when you write about it's almost like I've seen him before.
I felt him too and I think he's going on well in heaven.
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