This Year

I’m still in shock. I won’t even pretend like I’m OK with this year. Last year we snacked and had cheese fondue in happy warmth. This year I cried in the cold. 

There are times I sense heaven. Today I just know he was senselessly murdered by a stranger. His life, his precious life, was taken for no reason. And thanks to someone we don’t even know, we spend the day broken in tears.

Yes we have hope for the future. Yes we have hope for the resurrection. Yes I’ve grown. Yes I’ve learned about love. But my love was killed and today I weep. 

I keep remembering his warmth, his eyes, his arms, and our life. I’m tired. I’m broken. I pray I’ll dream, because this temporary world I see has left me broken and sleep is my greatest relied. 

About Camila

Based in Atlanta, but from the mountains of North Carolina. New widow of a man from Iran. Mother of one precious girl. Anti-human trafficking expert. Sister to 16 siblings (Yes, some of are adopted). Daughter of God.

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