To Have That Kind Of Courage

I am thinking of the Harvells alot today. Tears stung my eyes this morning as I thought back to the day that we travelled to Tifton for Scott's funeral. That was one of the most horrible days of my life. I felt literally sick as we got closer to the campgrounds, and I actually wondered if I was going to be able to get out of the car and walk into the tabernacle. Horrible. My heart was so broken over what I felt were promises broken....by God....to us. I have reconciled all of that since, with the help of the Holy Spirit.

And now I am still reflecting on Scott and how special he was. With how he lived his life....fearless, strong, full of faith, kind, compassionate, loving. He was one of the most wonderful people I have ever known, and will always (along with his amazing wife Laura) remain the most precious "hero of the faith" I have been privileged to call my friend. And I think about how hard it must have been for him to suffer so much. Yet he still believed with all of his heart that God could (and would) heal him. To have that kind of courage, that kind of faith.....well, one can only hope to be half of what he was. :)

And speaking of courage, my heart aches today as I think about Laura. She has been so strong, so full of faith, so full of praise to God. She believes that He will take care of her, and so do I. But I cannot imagine what she must be feeling right now.....as she walks this road of life without her husband. How difficult and painful that must be. Her whole life changed in that one moment when Scott's spirit slipped away. I think about how difficult the day of the funeral was for all of us-but with the exception of Scott's parents-Laura was the one who had the true heartache that day. And I am sure she is still carrying it with her....everywhere she goes, every day when she wakes up, with every breath and every thought. To have her faith and her courage....it just blows my mind. I am so proud of her for how she has held up through all of this. I am inspired by her, just like I was inspired by her husband so many times.

I think that this post was more therapy for me than anything else. I am just so heavily burdened for Laura and Anslie, and still so sad that Scott is gone. I needed to post this and get these things off my mind and my heart. But if you are reading this, and maybe you know Laura (or maybe you don't)-say a prayer for her, please. It would mean so much to me. God bless you.