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Butterflies and Pumpkins… Makiah’s 13th Heaven Day

Twins on Your butterfly bench

  2023 redo on the bench… it’s still there!!!!

 Dearest Makiah,

I always write a blog for you, my sweet girl, on your Heaven day.  I’m behind a bit this year… we are out of town,  and I’ve not been alone for over 72 hours.  We spent the day at Dollywood today for the first time, and I was so surprised to see butterflies everywhere!  It’s like little reminders of you were all over… even in the pumpkins!

Last week I was in the car alone and the song Throne Room by Charity Gayle came on.  There was such a strong presence of God and as I sang I had a picture in my minds eye of my dear friend, Carmen, and she was holding you.  You were both dressed in white and worshiping together, and I sensed such joy.  

I read several posts just now in my memories that she had made about you on your heaven day.  In the last post she said “soon, sweet Makiah, very soon.”  None of us knew when she penned those words that, in just a few short years, she would be together with you in the throne room of God.

My friend was and is a worshipper… it was at her core.  And I’ve been so gripped by sadness for her family these few months.  But in that moment, as I imagined you both in the throne room, I was gripped by the strong reality of Heaven.  And His presence.  And eternity.  And that you are both very much alive!

Hug my dear friend for me little one.  And know that all day long mommy was thinking of you and missing you and imagining what it would be like if you were here with your beautiful 17 year old self!

Love always all ways,



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