I attended a dear friend's son's funeral today. I admired how strong she was through it all, I can't imagine what it would feel like to lose a baby... She is truly living any mother's worst nightmare. The moment I got to embrace her she brought everything crashing to a reality for me. "Hug Jaxon for me," she whispered, "hold him tight every day and don't ever let go." You bet I did girlfriend. If you know me well enough, you know me and Jesus have a morning coffee visit (as my Nanny would say) before school. As we visited this morning, we talked about my friend. I asked him to comfort her, to soothe her pain, to cradle her in his arms when she feels broken, to bring her joy in knowing her little boy is hanging out with him for lunchtime. There is peace in that. Faith is believing the unbelievable-- and having it is the only way I know how to make it through something like this.
I cherish moments like this a little more these days... Because like hers, my angel is here on borrowed time, as we all are.
Father God,
Keep my angel close by you and keep him safe.
Today, Tomorrow, always...
Surround him with protection every day of his life,
and the day he grows wings and flies away from me,
bring him home to me safe.
Be with my precious friend Michelle and heal her pain,
help her to have peace beyond all understanding Lord,
Only you know the plan for each and every one of us, and
while we may not know all the answers,
help us to remember that you have our best interest at heart.
Amen.
