Be Light


In this journey of grief, I have gone from a semi-comatose to fully tender heart. The Lord has widened my vision far beyond myself to see His working in everything. Everyone has a story, a line untold, a pain deep within.

No one is intentionally cruel for no reason. It comes from somewhere. It doesn’t make it hurt less when someone is unkind, but I remind myself that everyone is human and has hard things going on in their life. So in every harsh word, in every blank stare, in a misguided conversation I give grace and mercy. I see His people hurting, so I pray peace and deep love instead of turning away.

Losing a child makes the most simple task daunting. Even at three and a half years later, some days are just plain hard. Certain things are just so painful, so fresh, so dark. Something as easy as grocery shopping can throw me back into grief as I watch a little boy who is around the age Aiden would have been. So I’m rude to the cashier, I’m short with my husband, I’m easily irritated with my kids. It can be a very isolating place to grieve and feel like no one can really understand.

If you know someone who has lost a child, reach out to them.

Don’t let the days pass by without offering a comforting word, a warm cup of tea, a prayer, encouragement, a meal. Be a crutch, helping those walk when they feel like they can’t go on. Be a cheerleader in someone’s life. Offer a hand to hold, time to volunteer, and prayers filled with truth and empathy. Be light in someone’s darkest days.

We oftentimes wait for someone else’s cue to do something for them. What if we stepped out in faith and loved on someone when they least expect it?

Winter will end. Harvest will come. And when it does, reap with eagerness and anticipation of how God will use it.


This is how we know what love is:
Jesus Christ Laid down His life for us.
And we ought to lay down our lives
for our brothers and sisters.
                                       -1 John 3:16


  1. Becky


    Truer words could not have been said. I just lost my son Andrew, he is 16. June 12 , 2014 @ 10:56 a semi – truck pulled out in front of him as he was on his was to cut grass as his summer job. I don’t even know how to ask for help. I haven’t processed anything. I have 4 children that need me & I at times cannot remember the simplest of things…like turning the car off before going into the store. It’s as if my body, mind & heart are not connected. It is the worst most terrifying feeling to think if I don’t get it together soon I’m gonna lose another child due to my absent mindedness. When friends and loved ones act on love & just do without asking or support without feeling like they are intruding it is such a comfort. When loving friends just show up because they listened to what God had burdened their hearts to do….the blessings are bountiful & the time spent in fellowship is medicine to many broken hearts.

    • Amy


      Becky, I’m lifting you up. Praying for those continued blessings and support for your family. You are most definitely not alone 🙂 Beautiful words about medicine to broken hearts. So true and needed. God is faithful!

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