In the wake of the many tragedies surrounding us, my heart along with so many others, seems extra heavy. As a mother of two littles, my mind goes immediately to the parents of those whose lives have been lost.
Someone once said,
"A wife who loses a husband is a widow. A husband who loses a wife is called a widower. A child who loses his parents is called an orphan. There is no word for a parent who loses a child. That's how awful the loss is."
And I believe it.
It's hard to lose anyone that you love. It's painful to lose a grandparent and I'm sure it's gut wrenching to lose a parent. I wrote just a few weeks ago about the heartbreak I experienced when losing a pet. I cannot fathom the absolute misery of a parent who suffers the loss of a child.
I contemplated why it would be so much worse than any other loss. What sets it apart?
Because the love is so big. So great. So deep.
"The depth of the love of parents for their children cannot be measured. It is like no other relationship. It exceeds concern for life itself. The love of a parent for a child is continuous and transcends heartbreak and disappointment." -James E. Faust
Several years ago, my mother made a statement in passing. I didn't realize at the time the depth and power of what she was saying until I had children of my own. But it brings me comfort in these tragic times. When stories are splattered across our TV screens of loss and heartache.
We were sitting around discussing a precious woman my mother had met that just recently had buried her daughter, 3 years young. My mother, lost in thought, wondered aloud.
"You know, there is a reason why God sent his son and not his brother."
What if?? What if instead of his son Jesus, God sent his brother Jesus? Would we view His ultimate crucifixion as much of a sacrifice as we do that of God's own Son? Let's be totally honest.
Most likely not.
Why? Because we realize just how different that bond is and the magnitude of how much of a sacrifice that really was.
And since the loss of a child is most likely one of the worst agonies a human being can experience, possibly more than death of oneself, then can we really accuse God of not knowing what our own agony feels like? Oh sweet friend, he knows.
His Son may have endured the cross which was, I am positive, horrible and painful. But God endured the pain and suffering of losing Him. God wanted to know and feel the worst pain that we, as His children, could experience. So He sent His Son. Not his brother.
So next time you think no one knows the pain or suffering you are experiencing, remember that He knows. He knows so very well. Just like those who have suffered a common loss comfort those around them, so God is able to comfort us. He has agonized for us and he knows how deep our pain really is.
"Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our affliction, so that we may be able to comfort those who are in any affliction, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God." 2 Corinthians 1:3-4
We are praying fervently for those who have lost loved ones, especially children, last week or last decade. Your pain is big, but your God is bigger. He wants to comfort you, if only you would fall into His loving arms.
Love and Blessings,