“Adeline”
For the Families Who Face the Holidays with Empty Arms (In remembrance of those lost in the Hill Country flood. God be near.) This is for the families whose holidays will look different this year—for the stockings that will stay folded, the chairs that won’t be filled, the laughter that once lived where silence now stands guard. This is for every mother who still listens for small footsteps in her dreams, for fathers who trace names on fogged windows of memory, for brothers and sisters who carry two hearts inside one chest. And this—this is for Adeline , who stands now as the name for every child lost too soon. “Adeline” written by Adena M’lynn She was small enough to still believe that goodness always wins, that summer meant campfires, and songs, and sun-warmed freckles on her skin. A folded pamphlet in her hand— Hill Country Christian Camp — her golden ticket to belonging. She saved her half— earned with soap, dust, and babysitting money— a jar full of hope clinking ...