My son died 15 years ago today. And with a lump in my throat, tears in my eyes, and gratitude in my heart; I beg a favor of you.
Please don’t look at my life and see only broken pieces. Please don’t think of me merely as a bereaved mom.
Instead, look at my life and see that even though a part of it caved in and nearly crushed me, it was (and is) a life with hope.
Because you know—God specializes in crawling down into the mud and muck with his children, breathing life and purpose back into us, and never letting us forget who we are in Him.
He took my messiness, sins, and failures; bore them on a cross; and called me beloved.
I lost a son, and it was horrible. The pain of missing him can still leave me gasping for air, especially on days like today.
But I am not Shelley Ramsey, Grieving Mom.
I am Shelley Ramsey, Beloved Child of God.
Friend, who are you?