When Life Becomes Unbearable

September 1

This is the day I receive the call every parent fears. Our youngest child, Steven, has died in a house fire. He was 18. The world stops. I’m numb. Tear flow freely.
For many nights after the funeral, I tried to respond to the cards and notes of sympathy. One night I threw down my pen dropped to my knees and cried out to God. That was the night my Shepherd took this broken lamb in His arms, and whispered in my ear, “Here I am.”

"You shall call and the Lord will answer; You shall cry and He will say, Here I am." (Isaiah 58:9)