I was with a couple yesterday graveside as they buried their 9 month old daughter.
Some things I learned that I’ll never forget:
– Both parents reading lists of things they were “thankful” to God for in giving them their daughter for 9 months. It was a paradigm shift for me. I thought of burials as a time when we lose something… hearing the words of the parents made me realize how much is also gained.
– Life is short. We spend a lot of time building sand castles. How can we spend more time focusing on eternal things?
– Love opens you up for loss. Motherhood brings vulnerability. It is impossible to embrace life as God has given it and also avoid suffering. But where in modern culture do we talk about a theology of suffering or speak to this difficult calling?
