You sit there and kind of just pass a glance, with maybe no one more than the air. They throw their words around you as you see your life slip in front of you. Empty words, but a full mind, of racing, pacing, thoughts. You’re small. But, not too small to be noticed. Remember, Jesus loves you, little one. And when I look into your eyes, I know. I know that this breaks you. I know that this aches you. But I know that I sat there, in that very bed. I know, that I gave away what I didn’t want to, and I know, I know that you still know that hope remains. I know we’re not too different, little one. And I know I’d have no where I’d rather be. I love you.

There is much more life to come. Always.

…because love wins.