A baby is a little vessel of hope. We stare into their eye dreaming of who they will be and what they will become. We rock them and dream of the games we will play, the songs we will sing and the hopes we will dream together. We see their future and we believe the world will be a better place because of him.
Then.
He dies.
If you are standing at the side of your child’s grave, take a moment or a month to grieve those dreams. Grieve the stolen hope. Grieve the silenced future. Grieve the dreams that never were.
Grieve.
Weep.
Wail out loud.
Be ruined. Be destroyed. Be sick and nauseated with your grief.
My soul weeps because of grief… Psalm 119:28
Then rise.
After you rise, step.
One day at a time just step. Some days you will forget. Some days you will stumble. Some days you will fall into holes that seem to swallow you alive. You will rise. You will step.
Don’t worry yourself with how you will cope the rest of your life. Just step today.
As you step look forward. Look forward to hope. Look forward to dreams. Look forward to Jesus.
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