It started this afternoon with some bumps on her forehead that began to itch. Soon her whole face was red, inflamed and her head was hot.
I don’t know if she is having an allergic reaction to something she touched outside or if she has a virus.
Paul carried her up to bed and I tucked her in.
And then she began to cry about the new house, about how building it we lost so many of the trees that made it through the fire. In particular we lost the climbing tree, a large maple, that stood in the middle of our front yard.
“I was just getting tall enough to climb it, but I never got to.” She cried and I cried with her.
We talked about all the trees that were lost, some to the fire and others when we broke ground for the new house, despite our every effort to save them all. It is especially painful to have lost so much, to take stock of what remains, and then to lose that too. For Eden, losing her garden and the trees was deep sorrow.
We talked about mourning, how the Bible says that blessed are those who mourn for they will be comforted.
“I didn’t know that,” she said.
We talked about what mourning looks like: letting God know that you’ve been let down and telling him how that makes you feel. It’s also choosing to hope. I encouraged Eden to pray for a climbing tree.
“Mom, I know all the trees. I walk through our woods almost every single day.”
But we prayed and asked.
Please pray for my girl.