December 30, 2010
The Boy I Never Met
It’s the unthinkable tragedy.
On the day they buried their not quite 8 month old, the heavens cried with them.
The next morning a fresh blanket of snow covered his grave, sticking to flowers and the Sesame Street balloon. I saw the grass and dirt, dug up and placed down again. By spring the earth will heal.
Created in His image- made for loving and life. Their hearts will never heal. Why God?
“For the Lord Himself will descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of an arch angel, and the dead in Christ will rise first.” 1 Thessalonians 4:16
They beg you, Lord. Come quickly!
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