Charlie and I always loved Thanksgiving because it drew us back to the simple, but holy practice of gratitude. And even now, well, especially now, in the depths of the ache, I’m reminded of that gratitude. God blessed me with being married to the love of my life, with our beautiful babies, with our family and friends, and with people from all over the world who have sent us letters, toys, artwork, and Bibles. It’s easy to fixate on what’s been taken, at what’s missing. But my goodness does the Lord meet me in my weakness, and His strength gently shifts my eyes to what I still have on this side of heaven. What remains is sacred. I can’t express what the outpouring of love has meant to me and the babies. I’m reading every letter and card, opening every gift, and saving each one for them when they’re older. I’m thankful for a God who brings life out of ashes, who guards my heart, and who carries us as we do our best…today and every day. We’ll save a plate for you babe. I love you, @charliekirk1776 Happy Thanksgiving.
A month before Charlie Kirk’s assassination, Charlie finished what would become his final book: STOP, in the Name of God: Why Honoring the Sabbath Will Transform Your Life. Charlie was fiercely proud of this book and its message. And now, his wife Erika is determined to bring it into the world as a tribute to his legacy. Pre-order STOP, in the Name of God now: 45BOOKS.COM
I always loved celebrating you, and maybe because it was a reflection of how beautifully you always celebrated me. I romanticized growing old with you, the love of my life. I used to wonder what our faces would look like with wisdom-wrinkles. You’d always tell me how you hoped I’d keep my long hair even when we were both gray and also that I’d always wear white (because it was the color you loved me wearing the most). We’d laugh about how you’d probably still be out on college campuses in your 80s, doing “Prove Me Wrong” campus events because you loved those students. And then we’d both start to tear up when talking about our babies growing older and having a family of their own. A full life. And today, I find myself, in some way, still romanticizing growing old with you, just in different locations. So as I blow out candles this year with an ache so deep I pray no one ever has to feel it, I’m reminded that each day, each moment, each birthday…you’re with me. Not in the way I once dreamed, but in the way God has mercifully allowed. Thank you to everyone who made this day so special. I have no words. All the texts. All the calls. All the letters. All the flowers. I feel so deeply loved. To all of the @tpusastudents your videos were so healing to my heart, to my @turningpointusa family, to my dear friends, literally all of you, your presence in my life is divine and I’ll never ever take it for granted. God bless you all.
To the woman whose steadfast faith inspires us all. Happy birthday, Erika ❤️
“We are team civilization, they are team anarchy.” — Charlie Kirk
Churches, rise up! You are the bedrock of this country.
…I see you alive in our babies; especially at night. I remember walking into her room and hearing both of you singing Jesus Loves Me as she falls asleep. My heart would melt; seeing you in dad mode was my favorite. And now, she sings it for her baby brother as she puts him to bed every night. Her voice now carries both you and her in one. And in this moment, when I witness this every night on the monitor, Heaven feels even closer.
“You don’t ever want to stop talking about the people that you love, even though they’re in Heaven. Especially to your babies, ‘cause that means that they’re still there.”
