Four years ago today, we released Moses to the loving care of our Heavenly Father. It is something that I would never wish on any parent. The loss of a child, no matter how old, is devastating. It's nothing that you can ever get over. Nothing that you can ever forget. But you know what... I don't WANT to get over or forget him. It's the remembering that keeps Moses' life and memory alive to me.
For the past 2 months, there has been a little boy at school named Jackson. Jackson is 8 years old and has Downs Syndrome. The first day I met Jackson I bent down to say hi and he responded by giving me a bear hug. In an instant, I felt this was my touch of heaven from the Father. It was as if Moses was hugging me. Today, Jackson was taken from our school to move with his mother to another state. My touch of heaven is gone. It seems ironic to me that Jackson is gone on this day. I don't know but I kinda feel that God had Jackson at RFE for ME. That he was there to get me through today, specifically. There were many days I'd look at Jackson and smile, something he did that made me laugh. He is a sweet little boy.
I don't know how much truth there is to that -- but that's what I'm believing today. Proof to my sad mommy heart that HE knows my emotions and cares.
Today I remember and honor Moses' short life --- and I celebrate the new life that the Father has allowed to grow within me!