I do not suppose it was ever lost.
I mean I had it here all along.
Hidden is a better description.
Found is completely accurate, however.
I was fine until viewing it. Then I was drawn in by the power of the memory. I remember that day...I remember that outfit. I remember...
I watched over and over again. Remembering. Haunted by the voice. Oh, those eyes...that smile. I remember now. It was not lost, the memory of her. Just hidden in the dark spaces of my mind, tucked away for days like today. Getting covered with the dust and cobwebs of thoughts, memories and new lessons learned since then.
But I found it today...and I remembered.
It reminded me how much I miss her. How much it still hurts. How much I long to be a whole family...to see that smile when she sees her brother, to hear that squeal coming from the next room, to see that delight on her face when I come in the room...
Lost is not the right word. She is not lost. She is right where God wants her, right where she is supposed to be.
Hidden from view, hidden in our hearts.
In her I found great joy. In her death I have found new facets of God and His character.
When my days on this earth are through I will find her in heaven.
There is much to look forward to.
(remember to pause the music at the bottom to hear the video)