God Takes Care of His Children

Every morning I visit the country cemetery where our daughter Luanna is buried. It's only a half mile from home. Sometimes I can watch the sun rise over the mountains. One of Luanna's close neighbors in the cemetery is a married couple who were born in the late 1800s and whose last name was "Love." In a world full of selfishness, their tombstone daily reminds me that true love still happens. One morning I began to think . . .

"How strange! Their tombstone keeps telling me what I need to hear, which is to never give up on love. Sometimes I feel like it was placed there especially for me. But that makes no sense. When it was originally put in that spot, they weren't thinking of me."

"But I was!"