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.