Today is Mother’s Day. For most of us, it is a day of honor and joy. It’s a day to celebrate the women who raised us, and enjoy the privilege we have in the raising of children. But for some, it is a hard day.
Yesterday, our friends buried their son. He died a week ago unexpectedly and unpredictably. Though we live far from them, we felt their pain and misery through text messages and phone calls. And though I prayed and shed some tears, I, in no way, could imagine the depth of their loss.
Someone said that grief is the loss of love. I don’t quite agree. I think grief is the evidence of love. As our friends work through this tragic loss, I am certain they will discover new depths of love for their family, their marriage and the memories of their son. They wont just “move on” and leave him behind. He will go with them, and all the love that his life produced will remain forever.
This young man loved God and trusted Jesus as his Lord and Savior. Someday his parents will make their final journey. He’ll be waiting with open arms. They will see him face to face. All the mother’s days that have been lost will vanish forevermore.
“He will wipe away every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain for the old order of things has passed away.” Rev. 21:4