I was still and worshipped my Lord and Savior. I closed my eyes and felt the Holy Spirit within begin the healing. The healing of a deep loss.
He was tiny and beautiful. Little hands and feet, whole yet gone. Back home in God’s arms, whole and happy. I miss him, yet he was gone before I met him. I long for him, yet I never held him. He’s home now, where he is whole.
We are healing now, in our own ways. We are gentler with one another, in a way we have not been in a while. His being brought us together and allowed love to slip in and begin to heal wounds that are old and festered. He was the healing, my goodness he was the healing. Did he choose the sacrifice for us, did he come to show us love? No answers here, still.
Today I was quiet, and allowed the Holy Spirit to continue the healing within, that my Grandson began when he left us.
Is this the answer. No, no answers here. Just a thought from a grieving mother and grandmother.