I wrote this on Facebook on July 30, 2014,Â the dayÂ after Amy passed away. The comments after are so important to me.
“8 Last of all, as though I had been born at the wrong time, I also saw him. 9 For I am the least of all the apostles. In fact, Iâ€™m not even worthy to be called an apostle after the way I persecuted Godâ€™s church.” 1 Cor 15
Even if all we could afford was a 99 cent frosty at Wendy’s. Amy always made me feel like a king for spending that time with her. She appreciated my attention in a way that paid me back ten times what I gave to her. She asked me over and over again what she could do to please me as much as I pleased her. She never quite understood that to please me it was enough for Amy to be herself. The suit of armor to be Amy’s white knight doesn’t fit me but it is something that I wish to grow into.