Tonight, well after the kids were tucked into their separate beds, the baby monitor screen gives me a front row seat to view my oldest child crawling into the toddler bed with my youngest child to sing him an “original” lullaby. I watched, as only a mother would, as they hugged and sweetly comforted one another. Overshadowing my love and pride arose the stinging thought….”I’m missing one!"
The obvious is my child passed right by this Earthly world and nothing changed, yet everything changed. In most of my moments, during most months, I crave to remember him, smile whenever I talk about him, and honor his life by carrying out my calling in ministry. This month is different as it’s the anniversary of his death; an old memory creeps back each day, the more the month passes, thus the heavier the burden becomes. Everyday moments no longer elicit my typical reaction. My typical dose of strength from the Lord is not enough to make it through these July days, I must request more.
Even though I don’t welcome this annual strife, I acknowledge that this extra dose of sadness does not take away from my healing and does not cloud the joy I’ve learned to embrace. I will give myself permission to grieve on this day too. I will forgive myself for wishing away the rest of this month. I will choose joy, as I humbly seek more strength for this weary mother’s heart of mine. I will stop anticipating next year’s anniversary will be easier, because each year delivers a similar bundle of tucked away emotion.
Psalm 73:26 My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.