She let go, of her pain, her struggles, her weakness.
She let go, of her worldly being, transforming into her forever.
She let go, confident in what she was leaving behind. Confident in the love she gave and the pieces of her that remained, her children.
She let go, knowing the place her legacy remained was a mighty one.
She let go, knowing it led to eternity.
She let go, confident in faith and in hope.
She let go, not giving up, not giving in, but embracing the finality of this part of her journey.
She let go, not easily, but with the expectation of greater things.
She let go, with the expectation to see us again, in all of our glory, and in all of hers.
She let go, even though she wanted to stay, even though it hurt, even though we weren’t ready. She knew fighting it wouldn’t produce the requests of our hearts. She knew our prayers could no longer be answered in the way we longed for.
She let go, so we wouldn’t have to.
😪 this hits me right in the heart — my own immortality 🎯