When God Whispers "I Love You"

As I have shared on here before one of my struggles through the loss of my son is where to bury him. I know this would not be an issue for everyone out there, and that is okay, but it has been an issue for me.

The funeral home has been so very kind in letting me have the time I need to find the peace I need for this next step. They graciously said they would take care of my sweet Kanton until my heart was settled.

Ultimately, I want my son's body close to me right now.

I want to be able to visit him often.

I finally felt like my heart was settling on a little cemetery that I can literally see from my back yard. I told my husband that I wanted him in the closest corner to our house. Well, this week my husband went and spoke to the man who runs the cemetery. There were only 3 plots left and one of the plots is the exact same plot I wanted.

I felt this overwhelming feeling when I heard this.

Like God was saying:

I knew this would be hard for you and I saved a spot for him.

I felt like God was whispering, "I love you."

Of course it would be my preference that I would have never needed that plot for my son... and I could choose to focus on that if I wanted to.

Or I can choose to see God's goodness and love for me in the tiniest of details - even when it comes to where I want to bury my son.

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