A few weeks ago I attended the Memorial Service of a little girl who was 2 1/2 years old. She had been born with genetic disorder. She received 24-7, minute my minute care by her mom and dad and other family and friends who came along side to help. This Memorial Service was so moving…I will never forget it.
It was a service of celebration, of thanksgiving and gratitude. Her parents were so grateful to God for giving this beautiful little girl to them to care for…so thankful that she was in their lives…they celebrated every day with her. They called her the bravest person they knew. They called God their best friend.
My mother went through the loss of her first child, a son named John, her situation was so different but so much the same.
When my brother was born, in the early 40’s, medical advances where not in place to help children born with great disabilities. As I remember the story…mom had to have a c-section as John’s head was too large to move through the birth canal…you see he had hydrocephalus. When he was born the two Grandmothers got together and made arrangements to move him to an institution where he would be cared for. My mother never saw her son. I do not remember if the Grandmothers told her right away about what happened or if they told her he had died…I believe it was the latter. When John was 6 months old he did die of pneumonia. My mother never saw her baby.
This little girl had 2-1/2 years to be loved and cared for by her parents and now she is with Jesus in heaven.
Mom spoke of John and her hopes of being reunited in heaven with him. In fact 2 weeks before mom died she was very excited about finally going to heave to see her son. She knew that my dad and John would be there waiting for her.
What does this have to do with Easter? Well another mom had to watch while her son, Jesus, was killed on a cross. She had 3 terrible days of trying to understand why this had happened to her boy. I imagine she went over and over in her mind the promises she had been given by the angel of God before she began her journey of bearing the Son of God in her womb and being Jesus’ mother. The angel had said that her son would save the world from their sins…how could that happen when he was now dead.
But God’s plan was that Jesus would live forever and raised Jesus from the dead…that whosoever believed in Him would have everlasting life. Imagine the joy when Mary saw her son again and realized that she would never be separated from him again.
This is the hope my mother had that she would be with John forever. That he would be giving her the tour of heaven. This is the same hope that the little girls parents have…she is in heaven with Jesus totally made perfect and without pain.
I will be so bold to say that they are so sure of the promises of God that the hope is actually truth.
On this Easter I declare a blessing over you that you will know the truth of God’s love and the power of a personal relationship with God through believing in His Son, the Risen Christ.
With Much Love
Susan, Muriel’s daughter and a daughter of the Most High King…Almighty God