Today is the five year mark of our son’s death. He entered into the presence of His Lord before us!

When well meaning friends told me it would get better I didn’t believe them. The pain was so deep. The loss so real. Life consuming grief matched with unbelievable associated difficulties seemed as if it would swallow me up right then and there.   How does anybody get through these things I thought.  Severe feelings didn’t let up for days, weeks, months, and even into the first couple of years or so.

But here we are, five years after Eddie’s death. It’s been one thousand eight hundred twenty five days, but whose counting? And the verdict?  Well it’s hard to really say it gets easier or gets better. I mean I’m not in that deep dark pit anymore, at least not every day. That’s an amazing gift from our Lord. But I miss my son every day. I miss his son every day. So I guess in real ways regularly we face the loss and daily we cry out to Him for His comfort and strength.

Our faith has grown through the trials. We’ve learned in real ways that not everything is under our control and often we must adjust our lives to the control and decisions of others, even unbiblical decisions. We trust God with our lives. We trust Him to do what He wills with our lives, our family, and our extended family.  Nothing has dethroned God in our lives.

It does seem impossible at times to make it through the day. Sights, sounds, smells, songs, pictures, and memories all flood my mind and surround our house reminding us of that boy who grew into such a wonderful godly young man.  He and his son are so very missed.

I’m thankful for the time I did get with him. His testimony of the beginnings of his life and how God used him to kept his mom and dad together and how he was greatly instrumental in leading his parents to the Lord is forever treasured! I’m grateful for his sense of humor, his love, his commitment, his passion, his undying loyalty to his family.  I mean I even could stomach his new found appreciation for country music! ha ha I could go on and on.  But I still miss him. A lot.

One day, God promises to make all things new, to right every wrong, to bring out perfect equity and fairness. We’re promised to be reunited with our born again loved ones in the presence of Jesus!

That day can’t come soon enough.

Until then, we press forward toward the upward call of God in Christ Jesus!

1 Thess 4:13-18 (NKJV) But I do not want you to be ignorant, brethren, concerning those who have fallen asleep, lest you sorrow as others who have no hope.  For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so God will bring with Him those who sleep in Jesus.  For this we say to you by the word of the Lord, that we who are alive and remain until the coming of the Lord will by no means precede those who are asleep.  For the Lord Himself will descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of an archangel, and with the trumpet of God. And the dead in Christ will rise first. Then we who are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And thus we shall always be with the Lord. Therefore comfort one another with these words.