I walked into the church last night and memories flooded.
The church was packed
flowers were everywhere
a casket open with a child way too small.
My eyes immediately fill with tears, I hurt for them. I hurt for me.
We entered the sanctuary as Steven Curtis Chapman’s song was playing, “With Hope.” That song was sung at our Jake’s funeral. My first thought, “I am not going to be any help here.” Yet, I hugged a mom I have never met but was instantly attached to her forever. Circumstances do that, I don’t know her but I can identify with the tornado she has been tossed into. She looks at me and whispers, “I am going to need you.” I simply respond, “I know, we are here.”
The only thing I offer to her is a face, a face of a mom who has been where she is and is still standing.
Romans 15:13 “May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in Him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.”
We grieve but we grieve with hope. By the power of the Holy Spirit we all have overflowing hope.