How do I even begin to describe what that verse means to me and why I see it so vividly in that picture? That picture of my sweet little Tiggy a week or two after his first (and only) birthday.
I remember that morning so clearly. It so perfectly expressed everything I believe about education, parenting and discipleship. That morning was why we chose to move out here. Mattias loved outside. He loved ‘chickie chickies.’ He loved walking alongside and trying to help with whatever task was at hand. His whole world was new every morning and he frequently reminded me to seek beauty and contentment in the every day.
Now he’s gone. There are times the grief threatens to consume me. Times when I feel I could suffocate under its weight. Times when the darkness closes in and it seems there is no light left in all the world.
But each day dawns anew.
And by His mercy, I am not consumed. By His mercy, I can guide my children through this valley. By His mercy, I know that though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death there are greener pastures ahead.