About three years ago my three month old son Seth died. My most vivid memories of him are during the Christmas season. After Seth's death Tiff and I lost another child in a miscarriage (who we've named Sammy [could be Samantha or Samuel]) before we were blessed to have our son Levi.
Losing a child gives you a different set of lenses that you view the world through... you can't really take them off either.
As Christmas approaches my thoughts and emotions are pulled towards the loss of my son Seth, however, I want my soul to be rejoicing instead in the love that God has displayed by giving up His Son.
Oh my soul, hope in the Lord. He is your Rock and Redeemer, your Shelter in the storm. He will never leave you, He won't forsake you. He has suffered as we suffer and has endured for the glory set before Him... union with us His Church, His Bride.
I will rejoice in the life that God has given me not because every moment feels good, but because He is good and He has given me Himself. Even in sadness I can be comforted knowing that my Savior was also a man of sorrows acquainted with grief.
This life is full of brokenness, but I know the one who is making all things new. He's not done yet... He's coming back.
