not willingly, quite unexpectedly.
An exquisite pain consumed me intertwined
with silently rejoicing for his homecoming.
My tears are my love song sung to Heaven.
God, bring him back, wake me from this nightmare. NO, not him.
HE answers always full of love, mercy, and grace.
"Daughter, watch what I can do through this inexplicable tragedy."
Your son will not know loss.
He will not suffer.
He is a man of God.
Loved.
Accepted.
with Life Everlasting.
Thank you Jesus.
And, one day not too far off I will spend eternity with both my son and our Savior.
Until then, accept my tears as an offering for the man of God I love.
Please leave a brief comment - maybe even your initials for each post? Just curious to who the readers are! Love to you each.
Love. Beautiful love.
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ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing this. It helps me understand my pain a little more.
I am sorry for your own loss. Really. I know how much this bites.
DeleteNettie I truly believe that your blogging will help other families and friends that have lost love ones to deal with their grief. You are also spreading the word of our Savior Jesus Christ and that's exactly what Ian would have wanted. I love you and hope you know how much I want to take your grief away. I would trade places with Ian just for your happiness again if I could.
ReplyDeleteLanette, my daughter, Shannon Kosub, sent me this blog. I am so sorry for the loss of your precious Ian. We send our prayers and love to you and your family. Love, Pam Robarts (your second cousin)
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