The other day I was thinking.. the heartache for mothers who have lost children is we don’t know where they are.
Let me rephrase that. I believe in Heaven and I know my son is there.
But where is Heaven? And what is he doing?
When you spend months carrying your child in the womb or years including him in the head count with his siblings at the park or beach, you don’t just turn that part of you off.
It is a lifetime of learning to function without knowing exactly where he is.
My Christian faith tells me to believe. As difficult as that may sound, God has graciously wired us to believe in Him.
It’s the wondering that is difficult.
And the waiting.
Once again, I gather my thoughts together and say, yes, Lord, I believe. Help me with my unbelief.
And He does.
When I read this story and watched the video, the first thing that came to my mind was this: if we can be so moved by this and so many other heart-warming stories, doesn’t that tell us there is a loving God?
Yes, there are horrible tragedies many of us have lived through. It doesn’t negate your pain and suffering.
But life is not all horrific. We must also embrace the good and allow it to stay in our thoughts. It points to eternity with our loving God.
If such love can happen here, what does God have waiting for us in Heaven?
Keep looking ahead for that day where all that went wrong will be made right.
Nurturing comes in many ways.
Even if you weren’t nurtured the way you needed by the people you needed it from … someone nurtured you along the way.
And then there is sunlight, water, and having your feet planted.
Then there are the times when you do the nurturing, and you feel nurtured yourself.
Look around. There are many ways to nurture and be nurtured. Sometimes we get stuck in how we think about things. That’s because we feel the emptiness and it hurts.
Give and it shall be given.