Dear Michael,
It's Christmas Eve. Another year and you still aren't here. The stockings are hung by the chimney with care... yours is there too, but it hangs empty tonight. We sent sent to you with a wire transfer and an email message, sending you our love. Wanting so much for you to know you are loved and missed.
I can't think of a better place for you right now then where you are, given the options we have. I am so very grateful for the Flomo family to love and care for you. To send you to school and provide for your needs. I am so thankful.
And yet. there are moments when we stop and think what it would have been like for you to be with us tonight. Going to Grandma and Grandpa's house, riding on the snowmobile, opening presents, cuddled in the back of the van with the other kids, tucking you in, kissing you good night, wishing you a merry Christmas.
What was God thinking when He put you in our hearts? What did He want us to know about longing and hope and perseverance? And what did He want to show you?
I miss you tonight, Michael Immanuel. (Who is like our God? Our God is with us) I am trusting God tonight, who is with us even a world away. So, once again, I ask that the angels kiss you softly and watch over you while you sleep. That you will know how loved you are.
Sweet Christmas dreams, little son.
Mama Peggy
