If you had asked me, before Samuel died, what would happen to me if I were to loose one of my children, I would have definitely told you that I’d die from a broken heart. I think that’s the answer every mother that hasn’t lost a child would say. The truth is, even after surviving the loss of my boy, I am still inclined to think I’d succumb to the same fate. I mean, how could I possibly survive?! It’s just too much for my logical mind to wrap itself around.
The thing is though…I did survive and there is only one reason for that. Jesus.
When my broken heart had rendered me too weak to reason why He couldn’t love me, He came right in and picked me up. It defies all logic, and yet somehow, it doesn’t at all.
It can be so hard to live in a world that doesn’t understand that, but I know the truth. He is the reason I’m able to get up every morning and the reason I’m able to keep going all day long. Embracing Jesus means I have to embrace my broken heart and my loss so that He can heal me. And He does, a little more every single day. I will always have a scar, but He is making me well.
“Daughter, be encouraged! Your faith has made you well.” Matthew 9:22