As you can imagine, it breaks my heart that my girls have had their childhood innocence stolen by loss. Sometimes I think I grieve their loss even more than I do my own.
I grieve, because a mother cannot bear to watch her children suffer.
I grieve for a lifetime of memories they won’t have.
I grieve their childlike faith, which has been shaken.
I grieve the absence of the very first love of their lives.
I grieve the adult-sized burdens they now must carry.
I grieve for their past and for their future.
Sometimes the heaviness gets to be almost too much to bear.
But God…
Sends just the right word from the mouth of a friend,
Opens my eyes to the beauty that is still all around us,
Teaches my child a precious truth from His Word that is beyond her years,
Astounds me – yet again – with His generous provision,
Reminds me that there is no better Father than Him, and
Pulls me close and tells me that HE is their hope and their future.
This picture is just one example (of so many!) of the loving-kindness He has lavished on my children this past year. A gift from some obedient servants of God, being the hands and feet of Jesus.
I have been young and now I am old,
yet I have not seen the righteous abandoned or his children begging for bread
Palm 37:25
11/19/2022
