Today our son Elijah would have been 12 years old. It’s been almost 8 years since he left us… pain has eased, life has resumed, God has graciously returned JOY to our home. But the hole is still there, I think it always will be. I am so blessed to have a house full of little stinkers to help celebrate the day our precious first-born entered our lives!
Thank you God for giving us 4 years to enjoy our sweet Elijah! He was worth every ounce of pain and suffering we went through. I learned something about myself during all of this – I think I would have sent someone like me straight to Hell with no second thought if it meant I could have kept my son here with me. Yet You, while I was still a sinner, willingly chose for your son to die for me. My brain still cannot completely comprehend why, but I am so grateful. Because of your Grace and Mercy, I will someday get another bear hug from my sweet little one, and the hole will be filled again. Thank You! Thank You! Thank You! for the Hope and Peace you have lavished upon us.
Happy Birthday Little Man!