She loved her son...She lost her son...She is grieving.
During puberty, he started pulling away. He started becoming melancholy and withdrawn. They did everything they could to help him. He was crying out for help. He wanted healing. They wanted healing. They prayed for healing. When I started a bible study group in her home eight years ago, we were praying for him. He died right before Christmas. God healed him, but not the way she would have liked. His ways aren't our ways. It hurts...
We went and saw her. It's been over a month now. I asked her how she was doing. She clung to me and wept and said not very good. Everyone who came to visit, she clung to and wept. She misses her son. She loved him.
Heaven is very real to her now. She knows she will see him again someday. She knows she gets to spend eternity with him, but she misses him so much that she is in physical pain. The whole family is in pain.
She just wants to talk about him. If anyone had a story about him, she wanted to hear it. Someone sent her a poem. We read it and all wept. She needs to talk about him. She never wants to forget him. She loved him.
We can't understand her pain, because we haven't been there. It is a place none of us ever wants to go. Charles Spurgeon talked about dying grace in a devotional the other day. She has God's dying grace upon her through this difficult time. He is holding her in the palm of His hand. He loves her and He loves her son.
She will get through this. God's people will help her get through. They will hold her and cry with her. They will reminisce with her about her son's short life. They will be God's hands and feet to her. Thank you, Jesus, for paying the penalty for our sin, so that she gets to see her son again someday. We love you, Lord. You are our Redeemer.
For we know that if our earthly house of this tabernacle were dissolved, we have a building of God, an house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens.
