Drafted
I called my son today to tell him I loved him. Nothing unusual about that you might think or say. Except I simply left work to do it. I just stood up, walked out from behind my desk and drove home to call my son and tell him I loved him.
On the way home I thought of another boy. One who was two weeks away from the NFL draft but was drafted to heaven instead. I remembered his mum and dad bringing him home from the hospital in the Netherlands and holding him in my arms. There was only one week between his birth and that of my own son. I remember the last time he came over to see me. He did not have to do that but he took the time and did it and of our conversation and the last thing I said to him. I also remembered taking him and my son out on my boat together and other little things. As I drove on I remembered a gentle giant who was kind hearted, loved country music and called me sir and when he smiled you knew why all the girls liked him. And I cried. I cried for my friend. I cried for his family and I cried for the new football star in heaven.
I always feel inadequate at times like this for their are no words given sufficient to share with a grieving parent. His father a man of God who walks the walk described it as rough. My prayer is that I never have it that rough in life. My prayer is that they and their surviving son are comforted by their belief in Jesus Christ and that as time passes they remember the blessing of the quality time they shared as a family when they had two sons.
There is only one God and the bible says to be absent with the body is to be present with the Lord but I know that the loss of a child is a pain a parent never gets over. People run around chasing so many things in life none of them of any real value. If a wonderful family like my friends can be touched in this sad way it should make you stop and think. What is exactly the most important thing you have to do today. For me it was to say to my friend I was sorry to hear the sad news and then to tell my son I love him. No value can be placed upon his simple reply. "I love you too dad".
When was the last time you told your Father-in-Heaven that you loved Him? I am sure He would love to tell you He loved you too.
God bless you and yours.
On the way home I thought of another boy. One who was two weeks away from the NFL draft but was drafted to heaven instead. I remembered his mum and dad bringing him home from the hospital in the Netherlands and holding him in my arms. There was only one week between his birth and that of my own son. I remember the last time he came over to see me. He did not have to do that but he took the time and did it and of our conversation and the last thing I said to him. I also remembered taking him and my son out on my boat together and other little things. As I drove on I remembered a gentle giant who was kind hearted, loved country music and called me sir and when he smiled you knew why all the girls liked him. And I cried. I cried for my friend. I cried for his family and I cried for the new football star in heaven.
I always feel inadequate at times like this for their are no words given sufficient to share with a grieving parent. His father a man of God who walks the walk described it as rough. My prayer is that I never have it that rough in life. My prayer is that they and their surviving son are comforted by their belief in Jesus Christ and that as time passes they remember the blessing of the quality time they shared as a family when they had two sons.
There is only one God and the bible says to be absent with the body is to be present with the Lord but I know that the loss of a child is a pain a parent never gets over. People run around chasing so many things in life none of them of any real value. If a wonderful family like my friends can be touched in this sad way it should make you stop and think. What is exactly the most important thing you have to do today. For me it was to say to my friend I was sorry to hear the sad news and then to tell my son I love him. No value can be placed upon his simple reply. "I love you too dad".
When was the last time you told your Father-in-Heaven that you loved Him? I am sure He would love to tell you He loved you too.
God grant us grace,
We members of this human race,
To remember your grace,
And Heath's smiling face.
God bless you and yours.
posted by Wisdom at 10:23 AM
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