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.
Mara ~earth light~ via Foter.com / CC BY-NC-ND
It’s been the little things in life that has helped make me strong. That’s because of my Christian faith, believing and knowing God is real, and the small ways he whispers his presence into all of our lives.
God is like that.
When he whispers, we pay closer attention.
It’s like last week when my local paper had a photo of a scarlet tanager and I thought, “I’d love to see one of those!” And a day later, I did.
Photo credit: Mike’s Birds / Foter / CC BY-SA
And then the 6 quarts+ of strawberries I’ve picked out of my little 5×5 patch.
And the cardinals I have been coaxing to the feeders for so long.
Or my peony that would only give 2 or 3 blooms each year, and this spring, it was covered with over 70 blooms.
All around you are whispers from God. He wants you to know he is with you.