See, here’s the thing: to the outside world, my son’s death happened at a single point in time.
But to me, his death is a continuous event.
I must lift the cup of sorrow every day to parched lips. I must choose to take it to the One Who can help me lift it.
Jesus knows this cup.
He knows my pain: My Cup Overflows
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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.
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You are riaght. You must give it to God, and He will indeed Help you His child. He loves you unconditionally and will lift you up wrapped in His Everlasting Arms. He is the only One who can give y ou the strrength and peace you so desperately need. I love you my daughater………Mama
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The reality of our loss (which FEELS like a weight) is there every day and every single day I find myself before the Father drinking it. Drinking it is not a choice–it is MY cup. Annika is my precious granddaughter. I loved her deeply in life and am grieving her departure just as deeply. I would expect nothing different.
You are right Mel…He helps us lift this heavy cup to our lips and drink its bitter content. He holds us close and assures us that He is there and whispers in our ear that there is a day coming when we will drink deeply from a cup of rejoicing and joy forevermore. No weight of suffering, no loss, no pain, no tears. Jesus made that possible by drinking His bitter cup. He understands what we feel.
Thank you Melanie. Love you.
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