Hold and take Simon home, Dear Savior {re-post}

This morning on the fourth anniversary of the day after Simon's death I'm reflecting on what it was like. How did we did we walk this journey? How did we stay awake for seven days straight? How did we know when he was dying? How did my hands who held him when he took his last breath also walk his body down our front path and place him in a white van, saying our last goodbye? The answer to all this is simple - it wasn't us. We were lifted, guided, strengthened and carried by something that is positively beyond this world. We are far too weak. Far too broken. Far too selfish. Far too human to have walked the journey as just Adam and Amy. Without a doubt in my mind we had a source of strength welling up inside us that only came from the divine - God our loving Father, Jesus Christ our Holy brother and advocate, and the Holy Spirit our helper. I remember receiving a message from someone who was a mere acquaintance just a f...