Loss

Loss. We all experience it. It’s a part of life, a hard part.

It causes us to examine our lives and our relationships.

It challenges us.

It angers us.

It scares us.

It alters our lives, our perspectives, our futures.

I know so many who have faced far greater loss than I have, loss they carry with them every moment of every day.

Tonight, I have an opportunity to love on two sons who lost their mom. 

The eldest is a gifted teenager who needs his mom to be there for him as he faces life, its choices and its paths. The youngest is still so very young. He needs his mom, her love, her guidance, her faith and her encouragement along the path to manhood. 

These two instantly came to my mind when I heard the news of their mother’s death…handsome, loving, precious boys. I know God will meet all their needs but not the way anyone here on earth could have envisioned it.

Their cheerleader is gone. The person they depended on the most is gone. It’s tragic, oh so tragic.

My prayer is that they would cling to our triune God as they grieve.  I don’t know how anyone survives loss without the Father, Son and Holy Spirit.  

In those times where I’m feeling scared, misunderstood or in pain (physical or emotional), I crawl up into the lap of my Father God. It is under His wings that I seek refuge. (Deuteronomy 32:11; Psalm 17:80) It is from Him I gain strength. (Exodus 15:2; Psalm 46:1; Psalm 59:9 & 17; Psalm 58:35; Ephesians 6:10; 1 Corinthians 1:3-4)

Oh the comfort that comes with the knowledge that Jesus the Christ is interceding on my behalf. (Hebrews 7:25 ESV) He knows what it is to be human:  the loss, the pain, the limitations. But also the joy of being His Father’s beloved Son and sharing His Father’s love and truth with everyone He met.  He is my example, my brother, my friend.

And the Holy Spirit, well, I don’t wish to face a day without the amazing gift of of the Holy Spirit. It is through the Holy Spirit that I receive the guidance I need, the answers I seek and the comfort I long for. (John 16:13 ESV)

May tonight’s home-going be a blessed tribute. Something these boys can look back on as a celebration of her life, her faith, and her legacy.  

She is worshiping her King in His very presence. When I think of that, I have to smile.