Ref's ~

"Is it time?",  I pray.  No, My child. I wanted a yes from Him,  Desperately.  But too often,  I've done things by myself  And end up hurting myself and others.  "Give me patience and strength To stand Even when you'll take it  away from me.  I do not want to lose it,  But I do not want to lose You even more.  Tell me when it's time to let go." My child,  I see what You don't.  I know what you don't.  I hear what you don't.  I know what is best for you.  Wait. Wait for Me.  I will make it happen in the right time.  Let Me work. Let Me seek. Let Me do this for you.  You only have to trust and wait for Me.  This is how I'm protecting you.   I want to give you the best.  And once again my heart will say,  You give and You take.  Blessed be Your name. 

A walk down memory lane and I still remember her scent, her scoldings, her sunny side up eggs which she would give me for lunch everyday, the shows she would make me watch to keep me distracted. I was too young to understand the value of having an aunt (who plays the role of a mother occasionally) but looking back I see the hand of God and how he orchestrated everything for the greater good.     The last time I saw her was on a Saturday. She said to me that she had just plucked the last corn cob from her little garden. And she gave it to me and Lily. We thanked her. She looked happy. She looked okay. She looked well. She looked perfectly normal. Little did we know, she would pass the next morning.     The Sunday she died was a dark one, especially for my mother who had just lost her little sister. But I won't talk about that Sunday. I want to talk about the last Sunday afternoon of her life which was the most special to her. It gave us all hope ...