We celebrated my baby boy, Chris’ life on March 25, 2016. It was Good Friday (only God).
I know that the body we held and loved on this earth met Jesus face to face and that he is worshiping at the feet of Jesus. Yet most days, my heart is still so heavy. The weight of lost hopes and dreams swirl through every joyful moment and every sad moment. I can intimately feel the pain of another mother who gave up her son for the benefit of us.
What I wouldn’t give to have my boy back.
“Christopher would love this. I wish he were here to experience it with me.” Tears streamed down my face and in that moment, God whispered, “Chrissy, don’t you think that Chris is thinking the same thing?
Every day there is a moment when I think, “Christopher would love this.” My heart aches for him to be in those moments. If you have experienced loss, I’m sure you can relate.
Then I am reminded of God’s promise of heaven.