Have you ever had to say goodbye to someone you love?
Saying goodbye to my college-aged son was not easy. It hasn’t gotten any easier. Just recently I went to visit him, yet when the time came, it was a very tear-filled goodbye.
After he left, I poured my heart out to the Lord. I’m excited to see what the Lord is doing in and through my son, but my mother’s heart is sad to say goodbye. As I took that before the Lord, He showed me a picture. He reminded me that He had to say goodbye to His son.
I walked around the event grounds wondering what I should do next. Or at least trying to act like I am. I nodded to the leader as we walked past as casually as I could. I saw a couple other performers ghosting around the area as I heard the music start up behind me. I turned around trying to appear confused.
A couple times a year our nation turns its focus to those who have sacrificed, and many who have lost their lives in order for the citizens of our country to enjoy liberty and freedom. Many families grieve the loss of loved ones who served our country. For them, I pray that they will be drawn to the Father’s love and that He will comfort them in their grief and loss, and that their memories will sustain them and lend them strength.
Everything inside me was on hyper-alert as I sat in the hospital’s surgical waiting room. When someone stood to get a cup of coffee, my gaze reflexively followed them. When someone signed in or out at the waiting room desk, my head jerked up. When a name was called over the speaker, my mind did a double take to ensure it wasn’t mine. And every time a surgeon walked through the doors to confer with a family member, I started to rise, even though I knew it would still be hours before I would hear a word. [more]
Just as our military’s sacrifice comes at a price, so too did Jesus’s sacrifice. Today’s post reflects on the cost to us.