I am facing a bit of melancholy today. A lady I met a couple of weeks ago at a jewelry show I did lost her 22 month old son this weekend. They found him in there family pool. We prayed so hard and had hopes for a miracle but it just wasn't in God's plan I suppose. I didn't know the lady well obviously but I had just met her and her children. I could picture his little face as I prayed for him. I don't know if I have ever prayed harder for anyone. When I found a few days later that he had not made it my heart ached so much and I just wanted to cry. I found it odd that I was grieving a child I barely knew. I, however, believe I have figured out why I reacted so strongly.
First off I had just met them so they were fresh in my mind. Secondly, he was only 9 months older than my own son. I can't imagine the complete devastation the family is going through until I think about how I would feel if the same thing happened to B. Words can't even express how I would feel. I know I must give this to God and not dwell on it or live in fear that something could happen to my precious boy. I am just going to love, hug,and kiss him a little closer now. Because even though he has his whole life ahead of him nothing is guaranteed. God has his plan and purpose for B's life. I give him to God for protection and care.
An Imperfect Step
5 months ago
