Yellow Butterfly

  On this date many years ago, Jon and I said hello and goodbye to a precious baby girl. God only allowed me to carry her a few months. The joy and sorrow of it all was great.  
  We named her Gracie (1 Cor 12:9) Ann (my middle name) Elene (my grandma's middle name).  A few days later, we buried her.  On that day, we wrapped her in a yellow blanket and had yellow flowers on her casket. A yellow butterfly danced in the air in my line of site while Jon preached the graveside service with a handful of friends and family gathered. 
  Today, I didn't even notice the date until just now where I am outside standing at the top of a small hill, next to the church, soaking in some North Carolina sun when a yellow butterfly dances in the blue sky.  To me, this is a gift straight from God. He has sent these yellow butterflies at random times reminding me of the sweet soul He is taking of. 
  I'm comforted to know where she is and that one day, we will get to see our Gracie Ann Elene in Heaven one day.