This weekend, I went to our Women’s Stake Conference — the first time since 2018. I remember that day so clearly. Kenzie had just had a same-day procedure, and the very first thing she wanted to do afterward was go to the conference. So we did. That was the last time I was able to take her, and I’m so grateful we went.
Kenzie was such a sweet, tender soul with wisdom far beyond her years. I miss her so much. After losing her, I carried a lot of anger and bitterness toward God. I’ve been working on that ever since — taking baby steps. Even through the hard days, I’ve never stopped believing.
This year, I felt a strong impression that I should take Myleigh and Kayla. They had never been since they weren’t old enough before, and my heart has softened enough to know that Kenzie is helping me along the way — helping me raise her siblings to come unto Christ.
It was hard, and there were tears, but it was such a beautiful program. I’m so glad I went — and that I got to be there with my daughters and my mom. The most tender moment came at the end, when the Relief Society handed out gifts wrapped so beautifully I almost didn’t want to open mine. But when I saw that mine was wrapped in teal — Kenzie’s favorite color — my heart knew it was a little sign from my sweet girl, reminding me she was there.
And before we left, we stopped by the tree the Young Women planted at our church in memory of Kenzie. We took a picture with the plaque — a simple but powerful reminder that her light continues to grow and bless others, just like that tree.
It felt like a small piece of healing, guided by Kenzie’s love and the gentle whisper of heaven reminding me I’m not walking this path alone
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