The Great Storm Is Over

"Hush little baby, let go of your fear:
the Lord loves his own, and your mother is here."
The child fell asleep as the lantern did burn.
The mother sang on 'till her Bridegroom's return.

Alleluia, the great storm is over, lift up your wings and fly!
Alleluia, the great storm is over, lift up your wings and fly!
(by Bob Franke)

This is the last verse from a song we sang at church on Easter. We've sang it a lot lately and it's a beautiful song about a mother and her baby. I completely lost it during the song; especially during the last verse. It reminds me so much of when Connor was in my arms and we had to let him go. I remember whispering to him that I love him and everything will be okay; that he will be okay because mommy and daddy are here.

I miss him so much, especially during all these different holidays, even Easter. It's so hard not being able to rejoice with him and go on Easter egg hunts. To see his excited face when he finds all of his candy (that I would probably eat for him).

I hope that someday it will feel like the great storm is over for us. The storm is not as violent as it once was but it still comes. It's okay that it comes, but it's better when the sun comes through.