Our Child Died, He’s Not Lost

January 12, 2020

There are many families that we’ve been in contact with since our grief journey has begun. 

 

And in that time, we’ve had the opportunity 

To quietly challenge some families,

With the:

 

P o w e r    Of    Their      W o r d s 

 

Your words have the power to thrust you into a depression. Your words can either breathe life or death. The Bible says that both life and death are in the power of the tongue. (Proverbs 18:21).

 

 

 

 

So what do you do?

Have you ever caught yourself saying,
“I lost my child.”
Have you, though?
Have you “lost” your child? 

 

 

If you truly believe that your child is lost, I am so so very sorry. 

I’m here to tell you that that saying is a lie from hell. 

 

That saying is a lie that is destined to keep you in bondage.

The bondage of undeniable grief.  

 

 

I don’t know about you; but when Bo died, I was convinced that this could NOT be the end. 

Please-

Don’t get me wrong, it took me hitting the lowest bottom that I ever felt in my life. 

His death drove me into the deepest depression that the darkest depths of my soul couldn’t even contend to see, or feel. 

 

But I started to agitate my heart. Questioning what those words really mean.

I’m here to tell you that I serve a God of forgiveness, healing and hope. And ONLY He has the power to give you redemption. 

 

Because how could this depth of pain be for the rest of my life?  

 

And then I had a revelation.
I cannot allow this, the death of my son,

to stand in the way of what I was put on this earth to do.
If you think that the death of your beloved child has defined you, again, I’m so sorry. 

 

But you have a mission here. To complete in honor of them. Your child. 

Your sweet baby.
Maybe they loved animals, maybe you should start a donation train to help the animals. 

 

Maybe your child was sick for a really long time, maybe this is your time to go to the hospitals and donate toys or blankets.  

 

 

Maybe your child was like mine, independent and destined for something great. Maybe you start an organization or a business to honor them.  

 

Whatever you do with your beautifully shattered life, you and I can both acknowledge that this is not the end. Although, the days will come that you don’t want to get out of bed. Or it’ll take every ounce of energy to shower.  

 

 

And you can have that day, that time. 

But you will get back up the day after and you will continue. 

 

The point of this article is to challenge you.

Your words. 

Your way of thinking.
I caution you not to think of your child as lost. Because there will be a day that YOU will dance upon the heartache.  

 

 

And my hope is that you’ll see. 

They are not lost. 

They’re in the BEST place possible.

A place that we all long to go to. 

A place that they got to enter.

 

They just went before us.   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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