I have a son.
I have a son who would be five years old this week. He would be dressing up in his costume. Jumping off walls. Climbing trees and shooting things with sticks and throwing rocks.
But I have a son who died.
I have blogged my entire journey of grief. And yet I sit here, tears streaming, unable to put words to the ache in my heart.
I simply have no words. I just hurt. And that’s ok.
Good people pass away; the godly often die before their time. But no one seems to care or wonder why. No one seems to understand that God is protecting them from the evil to come. Isaiah 57:1