Inseparable!

In the first days and months after Dominic left us I copied this verse dozens of times-in my journal, on notecards, on posterboard to plaster across the refrigerator and stick on mirrors and doorposts.

I had to remind my heart that even death could not separate my son from Him.  

That even the most wily schemes of the enemy could not rip me from the hand of my Savior and that even my own doubts or fears or questions were not stronger than God’s love through Christ to hem me in and keep me safe within the confines of His protection from eternal damnation.  

God’s Word is living and active.  

It is part of my inheritance in Christ Jesus and I can appropriate it for my own life.  When I am afraid and when I doubt, I try to repeat truth until my heart can hear it:   

“If God is for [Melanie and Dominic] who can be against us?

32 He who did not spare his own Son, but gave him up for [Melanie and Dominic]—how will he not also, along with him, graciously give [Melanie and Dominic] all things?

33 Who will bring any charge against [Melanie and Dominic] whom God has chosen?

It is God who justifies. 34 Who then is the one who condemns? No one. Christ Jesus who died—more than that, who was raised to life—is at the right hand of God and is also interceding for us.

35 Who shall separate [Melanie or Dominic] from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword? 

37 No, in all these things [Melanie and Dominic] are more than conquerors through him who loved us.

38 For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers,39 neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate [Melanie or Dominic] from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”

Romans 8: 31b-35,37-39 NIV

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Author: Melanie

I am a shepherd, wife and mother of four amazing children, three that walk the earth with me and one who lives with Jesus. This is a record of my grief journey and a look into the life I didn't choose. If you are interested in joining a community of bereaved parents leaning on the promises of God in Christ, please like the public Facebook page, "Heartache and Hope: Life After Losing a Child" and join the conversation.

3 thoughts on “Inseparable!”

  1. Yes. But why do I feel so disconnected to my son? As the on-line prayer chairman for my congregation, I have used these verses multiple times. I keep hoping they will build in my soul. But the pain does not go away. My son is not with me. My son is missing so much on this earth. Then I feel so guilty. What kind of a mother am I that I want to deny him even a moment of heaven to be with me here in earth(hell). They I wonder which theologian is correct, the one who says we are asleep until the second coming or the one who says our souls are in heaven, just our bodies are here on earth until the second coming. My mind just goes in circles with questions there are no answers to. Thank you, Melanie.

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    1. Nancy, I agree-the pain does not go away. I hurt and sometimes I hurt unbearably still (26 months into the journey). I don’t think you need to feel guilty for wanting your son back-that’s a mother’s heart in action. We want our children with us. And there are so many unanswered questions re: what exactly happens when we die that the agony of not knowing is very hard to bear. I choose to hold onto truth in Scripture because it is my lifeline to keep me above the waves of grief until I can join my son. Scripture says that “to be absent from the body is to be in the presence of Jesus” and Jesus told the thief on the cross, “this day you will be with Me in paradise”. I don’t know all the ins and outs of the complex theological arguments but I cling to these verses. Perhaps you might need to take a step back from chairing the prayer chain right now. It’s hard to be able to process our own thoughts/pain/prayers when we feel like we have to be “on” for others. Just a thought. Blessings, dear mama.

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