Godismystrength Stories

For the daughters who still miss their daddy. For the ones who would give anything to hear his truck pull into the driveway one more time. To hear his boots cross the floor. To hear him call from the other room. To ask him one more question they already know the answer to, just because they want to hear his voice. For the daughters who have stood beside a grave and wondered how the rest of their lives could possibly continue without him. And for anyone who has ever discovered that grief does not mean love has ended. Sometimes the people we love can only walk with us so far. And when Daddy could walk no farther, God took her hand.