I bet most of you reading this have listened to more than one round of the kiddie tune, “There’s a Hole in the Bucket, Dear Liza, Dear Liza”.
It is a funny song full of silly remedies for patching a bucket that won’t hold water even though it’s been dipped in the well and filled to the brim.
I was talking to my husband the other day about how hard it is to describe the ongoing difficulty of living with child loss.
And this song popped into my head.
Good things still happen in our lives (our bucket is being filled) but losing Dominic has put a hole in the bottom of it (the bucket never gets full anymore).
It’s not that we don’t appreciate and enjoy happy moments. We do.
We love seeing our children, we like to celebrate their accomplishments and sing, “Happy Birthday!”.
We are so very proud of who they are and what they have overcome.
We savor the time we get to spend together, we enjoy eating and laughing and sharing experiences.
But we can’t plug the leak of loss that saps our strength and reduces the fullness of our joy.
Hope postponed grieves the heart; but when a dream comes true, life is full and sweet.
Proverbs 13:12 VOICE
Lest anyone think I’ve forgotten that Jesus promises joy to those who follow Him, I haven’t.
But I also know many promises will not be completely realized until He returns as King on Earth.

The lion will lie down with the lamb, but not today.
Swords will be beaten into ploughshares, but not just yet.
There will be no more night, but the sun still sets once every 24 hours.

I am looking forward to the moment when every single thing I now believe in faith will be plain to every eye.
I can’t wait to see the redemption of not only my pain, but ALL pain.
I long for the morning when JOY is all I will know.
In that day the New Jerusalem shall descend and there will be no need for the sun or moon, because the LORD Himself will be the light.
All the way around shall be eighteen thousand cubits; and the name of the city from that day shall be: THE LORD IS THERE.
Ezekiel 48:35 NKJV
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