Three Months

Three months ago today, God, in his infinite wisdom, led you to begin walking the final stretch of your time here on earth. Nothing could have prepared us for the decision we would have to make hours later. We had to let you go so you could run into Jesus' arms and be OK. In some ways it seems so long ago, but in others it seems like just yesterday. Here we are on the first day of September already. Today, your brother started his first day of sixth grade, and if we had had it our way, you would have started your first day of third grade, but God's ways are better than our ways. It was hard this morning to get Bradyn up and walk past your room without getting you up. I missed the excitement I'm sure you would have had, and your sweet, sleepy smile. I missed getting you your breakfast, making your lunch and packing your back pack. I missed bringing you to school, walking with you to find your new teacher, and watching you renew friendships nearly forgotten over the summer. In God's perfect plan, you are not starting a new school year with all your friends, going into the third grade. In God's perfect plan, you are living another day in perfection. You have completed your work on this earth. At only eight years of age, God said to you "Well done, my good and faithful servant, your work here is finished, and your mansion in heaven is ready." As painful as it has been to walk the last three months here without you, we are comforted in remembering that you are no longer hurting and you are perfect! As many of your classmates experienced the joy and excitement of a new school building and seeing friends again today, you CONTINUE to experience PERFECT joy in heaven, worshipping daily with our Lord and seeing Jesus face to face! We don't hurt because you are hurting, we hurt because our earthly bond with you has been severed, but we rejoice too. We rejoice for you precious boy, that you no longer have to suffer or face temptation. We long for the day when we can join you in perfection and worship together at our Savior's feet.

Love you forever, sweet boy!