Time doesn't always heal broken hearts.....

Its been almost 3 months since I have heard your voice. Three months since you have crawled up on my lap and snuggled in. Three months since I have read your favorite book to you. Three months since I have told you that you are dearly loved by this whole family, and so dearly loved by Jesus. Where you now live happens to be in route to so many places we travel to every week. Every time I drive by I look at your front porch wishing to catch a glimpse of you, just to make sure that you are ok. A couple times a week I find myself crying over you, over wondering if you are ok, if you're safe, if you're questioning where we are, why we don't see you anymore. I don't know what your mom has told you, why she has said she stopped contacting us, but I doubt she tells you we miss you, we long to see you, we love you and that each of the kids pray for you every night before bed, even the twins. Every night they pray that you are safe and happy, they thank Jesus for you. I keep thinking that every month that passes it will get easier, but it doesn't. My heart still aches for you. As I watch all 6 kids play in the back yard I feel like some are missing. I realize I am missing you, missing watching you run in the yard with the kids, laughing and being silly.
Do you know I text your mom every week asking about you even though I haven't heard back from her in 3 months?
Do you know that each of the kids ask about you and miss you?
Do you know that I still have wrapped birthday gifts waiting for you from a birthday we didn't get to celebrate?
Do you know that I have dreams with you in them and when I wake up I forget you aren't in your room?
Do you know the kids still refer to your bed as "Little lady M's bed" even though someone else has been sleeping in it since you left 4 months ago?
Do you still sing "My God has a plan for me, its a very special plan that only He can see. He's got one for you and another just for me. My God has a plan for me"? Do you remember that was your favorite to sing before bed? Do you trust those words? Do you trust that He has a plan?
Do you remember the peace we prayed over you every night?

Sweet girl every tear I cry I have to remember that He promises to never leave us and so I cling to the fact that Our heavenly Father is in your room tonight as you sleep. He pours His presence over you and that is better than anything else I could ever ask for. So tonight as you sleep, sweet love, know that you are missed, you are loved and this mama longs for the day to hug you again.

"Goodnight sweetheart well its time to go. Goodnight sweetheart well its time to go. I hate to leave you but I really must say. Goodnight sweetheart. Goodnight."