When It Doesn’t Make Sense

My heart is heavy. Every mother fears losing a child, and a fellow mom from my mom’s group is walking through that right now. Oh, my momma’s heart just breaks for her. Her 4-year-old son was hit by a car on Thursday evening, and he passed away Friday night. I can’t even imagine what she is going through, and there are no words that I could ever say that will be enough, but I know God is present in this situation. The only thing I can think to do is pray.

​Lord, I come to you with such a broken heart for this dear family. Sweet Logan is rejoicing in heaven right now while we are grieving on this earth, and it doesn’t make sense. Lord, wrap this family in your arms. Let your peace surround them and carry them through this unimaginable situation. When we don’t have the words to share, allow our prayers and our presence to be enough. Thank you for being the one to work everything together for your good. We trust that you will lead us through this time of darkness.

This is not fair. It’s not what anyone would choose to experience, but we live in a fallen world. We ask why a sweet little boy was taken from his family. Why do siblings have to live without their brother? Why do parents need to bury their child? It doesn’t make sense.

But I know one thing. God is good. No matter what happens in this world, God is still good. He is close to the brokenhearted, and He will carry everyone through this situation. He gives supernatural grace that cannot be explained, and I pray that over this family.

This whole event reminds me of how temporary this world is. Our days are limited. We never know what tomorrow will bring, and it’s so easy to lose sight of what really matters.

This weekend I sat on the couch with my girls. We were all in our PJs and had messy hair, but it didn’t matter. I soaked up every minute with them that I could. I squeezed them a little tighter, played a little longer, and didn’t worry about the dishes piled in the sink. I want to live every day with the reminder of what’s important in this life and what shouldn’t be commanding my time and attention.

I’ve consciously been looking at my children as the blessings they are instead of the burdens and exhaustion I sometimes feel. Too often I’ve taken my kids for granted.

Even when your child pushes your buttons, thank God for him. Even when you don’t get to eat a hot meal because you’re taking care of a crying baby, thank God for her. Even when you’re tired of all the laundry, dirty dishes, and a messy house, be thankful for the loved ones under your care.

I know this dear family would give anything to wrap their arms around their sweet child one more time.

Please join me in wrapping your prayers around them.

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