White as snow
Pure, healed and whole, washed white as snow. From her last breath here on earth to her next breath with Jesus. As I was going though photos from the short life we had with Aspen, this one just hit hard. She is forever with our King, worshipping un abandoned. Her story isn’t over.
I Choose to Worship
We are bent but not broken, struck down but not destroyed. Satan messed with the wrong family
The day our world stopped…
I can’t even find the words right now but our family needs your prayers. Our sweet Aspen was killed in a head on collision last night.