It was a long time before I wanted to believe that I received any gifts worth keeping from this life I didn’t choose.
I knew I had tears, pain, agonizing sorrow, loss, heartache, dashed hopes, empty arms.
If I could give those back and regain my son, I would do it in less than a heartbeat.
I can’t, so I’m left here to ponder what else I’ve received from burying a child.
Read the rest here: Grace Gifts of Grief
We enter this world when we leave our mother’s womb.
That is the beginning.
But our lives never end. We are eternal beings, created in the image of God, destined to spend forever with Him-IF we receive the gift of redemption made possible by the blood of Christ Jesus.
Love is immortal-it stretches like a golden cord between those that remain and those that go before.
God Himself has guaranteed its supremacy.
Death is awful for those of us left to remember and miss and sorrow over the absence of a loved one.
But it is not the end.
*Graphic by fellow Waiting Mom Jennifer Coleman*