I received this note from an “Anonymous” on July 8, 2005. I keep it in my email inbox so I’ll bump into it now and then. It helps keep my perspective straight.
“My second husband and I were blessed with a son when we were both in our early forties. My husband had two sons with his late wife and I had one daughter with my first husband. Our son added to the joy that we had found after our losses. He taught me ‘to give life a chance’ and stop picking every ‘speck of dust’ from the floor because he played so hard and would litter the floor with his toys, just to look for one small toy and then go and play with something totally different. Our son drowned at the age of 4 years and 5 months in September 2003. After our son’s death,the thing that I hated most was the spotlessness of our family lounge and our bedroom, where our son would play before going to bed. I realised how much more important family happiness was to me; I have become less intolerant of my family’s carefree attitude and I am progressively embracing their first choice… a warm home.”
“He maketh the barren woman to keep house, and to be a joyful mother of children. Praise ye the LORD.”—Psalms 113:9
This really touched my heart. I cannot imagine such pain as this woman has endured. May God touch her heart and give her peace. I really like what you wrote in your section about your blog. You sound like someone I would really like.
Thank you for sharing this today – I needed to read it.
Warmly,
Kate
thank you for posting that. i hate hearing such heart ripping stories, but praise God she is able to pass along the this perspective that is so easily missed. It meant a lot to hear it.
Have a beautiful day today.
jen