Hope After Loss

I was sitting in Briggs bedroom last night, looking at the shelves that hold the books I used to often read him. As I stared with tear filled eyes, I thought, "God, every single one of these books is about you. Why did you take a child that was being raised in your likeness, who could have a grown-up to tell the world about you? Why not a child who would have never known you?"

But then I thought, who would comfort the comfort less if Christian's never experienced loss? If we never walked through hard times, what would our testimony be? How would we resonate with the broken?

We, as Briggs parents, can now give to the world what God has given us. We can show the suffering that there is hope in Christ after loss. That death isn't final. That God is capable of giving a peace that passes all understanding. That our time here is but a vapor compared to eternity.

Life isn't about our own happiness, it's much bigger than that. What are we doing now that will make a difference in eternity?

I may never not wish for my son back, to hold him in my arms again, to hear his laugh, to see his smile. I'm only human and I'm a mother who loves deeply, but l'm also a faithful servant.

I'm willing to watch God's eternal plan unfold, and only pray to be a small part of it.

"Who comforteth us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort them which are in any trouble, by the comfort wherewith we ourselves are comforted of God." 2 Corinthians

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