I sit here in church today just hoping I will make it through. I found Mari’s crayons she used to color with in my Bible bag this morning. The bag was on the very top shelf of our bedroom closet. Just imagine, it was as if there were dust atop the bag as it had been up on that shelf since we moved into our home in September. I went through the bag just to make sure of what was in there. There they sat; her crayons. When we used to go to church with Mari in tow, this is partly how we could keep her entertained during the church service until she was released for the children’s portion during the sermon. The last time I used this bag was in our Burbank home. Her crayons were there so you know I have not touched this bag since before she died. In the back of my notebook that I use are a bunch of her drawings she would draw while she was bored in church. There are her little people, her name as she wrote it, her numbers 1-5, and many other little things she felt were so interesting to her. When I found the drawings this morning it brought me back to my precious little angel as I can see her making her little noises as she draws. They are and forever will be precious to me and those who knew her personally.