The words on this reblog are so very much my own yet they were written by another parent suffering the same. Although I never saw my son after he died, my mind imagined the scene… and still does in my weakest moments. When watching movies or tv I am caught off guard by unexpected suicides. Guns to the head. I know the pain fresh again.
I have written many a psalm of my own, expressing my anger, pain, frustration, grief and yes, even my praise and gratitude for my Savior who holds my son now. I send messages, asking Jesus to tell Brandon we love him, just like Nick Watts. Just like so many other grieving parents. I reblog because these words emphasize my heart’s continuous pain and how God is still my refuge, my comforter, my Father. How He is all these things and more to we who are brokenhearted for our lifetime on earth.
I’ll never forget what I once heard one of my professors say:
“A psalm is simply a person’s response to God’s activity in their life.”
So today, on this May 13th, I offer this psalm…
O Lord, please hear my cry.
I was once told that the loss of a child will change a parent forever. And, having discovered my 19 year old son’s body five years ago today, I am finding that to be quite true.
I’ve read the loss of a child being compared to an amputation. For a man who’s lost…
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