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The shrill call of the telephone, a voice struggling for breath from one in deep pain, on the other end. “Daddy, I can take the pain no longer, I’m going to go home…” After thirty months of suffering, his wish granted, he died two days later in the arms of his brother, surrounded by his family. My Boy left us…..
It is said, that no parent should have to bury their child.
Yet, in the span of our lives, we are not given the choice; there are many of us parents, who are given the painful task of burying our children.
Since time immemorial, certain parents have been handed this painful task; a task that came upon them suddenly and in shock, because a death of a child should not be theirs to realize.
Some might say that we were chosen for this experience, not by a random act of fate, but rather a carefully considered plan, set forth from the Master Life Planner, who plans perfectly in every instance.
Whilst we, in our human frailty might cry out, “Not me please, not my child”, The Planner might be heard to say, “I have planned it so for good, which you cannot see now, but one day, when you meet Me face-to-face, in that instant you will come to know and understand everything that I planned”.
The Planner would go on to say, “You mother, in whose womb, I planted this little soul, as a tiny seed, that would one day bring you great joy and even sorrow at times; I watch your heart beating in anguish. I capture each of your many tears in a bottle, that will be seen by Me every moment, until you come home to me too”.
Then the Planner would say, “Mother, I know that you are not strong enough to bear this pain now, but I will be your strength forever; you will never leave my sight, not for one moment”.
“Always remember that it was I that chose the life of my child to grow in your love and care, out of all the billions of others that I could have chosen for this task. It was you and only you that I chose, to conceive, give birth and raise, the son that I shared with you for a short season and then I chose for you to give him back to Me”.
“Take courage mother, for I love you like no other can”.
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