Now that Breona has moved to heaven, it feels as though someone has taken my memory and highlighted (in pink, of course) every part of my life that involves her (which is a LOT of it). As I continued to think of this, I imagined how I will feel as more and more people I cherish or even just know die around me the highlighter marks on my memory increase. But we're all going to die, right? So then, in all actuality my memory eventually be criss crossed, underlined, and circled with highlighter, pen, and pencil in a desperate attempt to remember and memorialize these people that have changed my life...whether in a profound way beyond words...or simply because they were in my life. This led me to think of what highlighter marks I'm leaving on the memories of those around me. It made me desire to leave a bold mark, a bright mark, and one that leads them to Christ. Everyone in my life.

Now that's a big mission. It's a good thing God doesn't expect perfection in our flesh. Obedience and fellowship is what He asks. Sacrifice. Boldness. Faith.

With God all things are possible.