Happy Easter to my littlest buddy.
I thought about you all day.
I miss you.
I love you.
When my son died, it was so important for people to speak his name. To incorporate his life, in our day to day lives. The way he died, is tragic to me. He died, so I could live. I don't know any greater gift, than the gift of life.
God gave His son.
His name is JESUS.
He died, so we could live. FOREVER.
When people just simply forget my son, it makes me angry. Just because he is gone, why does that make it okay to not speak his name? Why do people continue on with their lives, living as if every day is not a gift. We are not promised a tomorrow. We are not promised next hour.
I truly cannot even come close to imagining, how hurt God must be over His creation. A creation that was made out of glorious love. A creation that was saved with the life of His son. He allowed His son to be nailed to a cross. To die alone. Completely forsaken. Can you even imagine for one moment, putting your child somewhere alone, and let them suffer for hours, as they die? Wondering where their mommy or daddy is.
God did this for you and for me.
Jesus did this for you and for me.
He knew what he was doing. He did it out of love. The same love that was used when God made His creation.
I cannot and will not, go through the holiday's, or even day to day life, and not think about my son. His name is Isaiah. He died, so I could live.
I cannot and will not, go through day to day life, and not think about God's son. His name is Jesus. He died, so you could live!
As Easter approaches, I think about Jesus. Not some fluffy happy bunny.
I wanted to share a beautiful gift that I received from a new friend. :)
A few days after I shared the loss of my dear grandma, I got a special e-mail from a complete stranger. Her name is Tabetha. She makes beautiful handmade jewelery, and she wanted to make me a necklace in memory of my grandma. She did this out of the goodness of her heart. It really warms my heart, when someone goes out of their way, to help make somebody else feel a little bit better. Thank you Tabetha. It's beautiful!
( I had a really hard time taking the picture of this necklace. The flash on my camera made the picture a little bright in areas. To me, it has an antique look. )
I went to the cemetery today.
I've waited all winter.
To have a moment with my little boy.
I parked my van in the same spot as always. Next to a beautiful birch tree.
I got out and took a deep breath.
I walk my usual path.
I knelt down, on the piece of earth that covers my son.
I took a pine needle off his stone.
I placed my hand on the cold dead grass, as the wind blew over my chapped hand.
I studied his name engraved in stone.
ISAIAH CHRISTOPHER ROSS
I know the story of this brave boy.
A tragic memory, forever engraved in my mind.
With every ounce of my heart,
I whisper, "I love you Isaiah."
Shortly after...
I find myself saying, "I'm so sorry."
My eyes fill with burning tears.
My soul is pierced with guilt.
It's all because of me.
I slowly get up, and walk back to my van.
What am I supposed to do?
I do what I know.
In moments like these, I climb into my Father's lap.
He holds me.
He holds my son.
My friend, Mary, had this posted on her blog a couple of days ago. I was so moved after watching it. Brought to tears. I asked her if she would mind if I shared it on my blog too.
When I got done watching this video, all I could do was say, "WOW!" If this doesn't make you look over your life and the way your living, then I really don't know what will. It's a big eye opener.
Pause my playlist at the bottom first.
