“I know this time of year is hard for you…” the email began. It was from a friend whom I had met through the unfortunate commonality of losing a child. And my heart smiled. She was comforting me, unconsciously learning the “gift “ of 2nd Corinthians 1:4, from a God “who comforts us in all our affliction, so that we may be able to comfort those who are in any affliction, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God.”
It will be 13 years ago that Spencer died on January 26th. The fact that this time of year, which includes also his birthday in February, is tough still, causes me to feel a little embarrassed. Shouldn’t I be past all this? Hasn’t God proved His love, His provision, even His incredible redemptive power through this loss? Yes, yes and yes. Still, the deep sorrow is there, stirring in the cold January nights like a hungry bear. The world moves along. And so have I, but I have been given something to carry.