She held his hand tight against her tear-sodden cheek. He was no longer able to give her comfort. The joy he brought to her had been magical. In those final days, hours, minutes she watched the sparkle in his eyes, those eyes that completely captured her heart the moment she first saw them, slowly begin to fade before they closed for the last time.
Convulsions heaved in and out of her chest as she struggled to understand why. “Why him, Lord? Why not me? I begged you and you left me here! You left me here to live without my precious, precious child! He was only a child! Why? Why do you let cancer take our children?” Her pleas went unanswered and tested her resolve in her love of Christ.
This wound would eventually heal, as much as it could, and her path would lead her to help others in the same situation. She gave what she could to others and her heart, while still broken, was mended. Her faith turned out to be her greatest strength. She knew that her guardian angel had a tiny set of wings, but he had a set of wings, and this was her new comfort.
It’s beautiful Kevin!
Well said Well Done
Thanks for sharing it!
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Thank you!
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Very tender yet poignant. It takes a mountain of faith to heal a loss of a child. Our gift from God as Christians. Beautifully penned. 💗
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It happened in my family years ago and to a dear friend this past year. Very different circumstances, not cancer. Very difficult, indeed! Thank you fo reading…❤️
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I am so sorry! We lost my sister last year and while it is hard on me and my brother, my Father is sometimes inconsolable. Although, he says he has turned into a praying rambler. Peace be with you.❤️
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And also with you. I’m sorry for your loss!
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Thank you.🤗
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