Today I remember a little boy that used to wake me up every morning and say, "Mama? Morning hugs?" Later in the day it would be, "Mama? Afternoon hugs?" And, you guessed it, before bed, "Mama? Evening hugs?" I miss the sweet little voice, and the sweet little hugs.
I was brought to tears of joy, though, this morning when I read Luke 7:13,15, (when Jesus sees a mother who had just lost her son) When the Lord saw her, His heart went out to her and He said, "Don't cry" ... (He raises the son from the dead) and Jesus gave him back to his mother.
I thought also about Philemon 15, "Perhaps the reason you were separated from him for a little while was that you might have him back for good."
I felt like Jesus was telling me that He, personally, will give Marshall back to me when I get to heaven.
"Mama? Eternal hugs?"
I was brought to tears of joy, though, this morning when I read Luke 7:13,15, (when Jesus sees a mother who had just lost her son) When the Lord saw her, His heart went out to her and He said, "Don't cry" ... (He raises the son from the dead) and Jesus gave him back to his mother.
I thought also about Philemon 15, "Perhaps the reason you were separated from him for a little while was that you might have him back for good."
I felt like Jesus was telling me that He, personally, will give Marshall back to me when I get to heaven.
"Mama? Eternal hugs?"
1 comment:
I just came across this for the first time. My heart aches for your loss, and is comforted by His word and His promise. Love.
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