Souls in Tiny People Shells
Sometimes I wonder why we need to walk around in these stinkin’ People Shells. Please forgive me God— I am very, very grateful for my body. I call them “stinkin” because they get messed up, they mess you up, and they give out.
When I hear of another cancer child losing the battle… like Savannah Swandal…
I wonder why.
Savannah will be forever 11, but her smile will be forever mixed with all the love I store in my heart. I never had the pleasure of meeting her here on this Earth, but I look forward to meeting her where she dances now. She must be dancing, with Breanna, and Max, and Alexa, and so many others.
Imagine children in their heavenly bodies dancing and giggling, while God watches them with a love we will never come close to witnessing on this globe. There is a joy and a peace and a happiness that fills their spirits beyond what is beyond what is beyond…
This joy awaits us. Every one of us.
We must be called to love one another.
Being stuffed into this People Shell gets tough… watching our loved ones suffer in their People Shell is torture.
While I am here in this Shell, I pledge to do all I can to make cancer disappear from People Shells—beginning with Tiny People Shells.
I love you, Souls in Tiny People Shells:)
Praying for Savannah’s family. Grateful for the love Savannah shared with all of us.