Six months after Jed passed away I had the opportunity to talk about the rather tricky subject of Joy with a group of ladies. Joy is the last thing on one’s mind after losing someone you love. How can you possibly have joy and a broken heart at the same time? Here we are looking at the two year mark of life without Jed, and I want to share this story again with friends who have never heard it. Recently, someone told me that because of the unfortunate changes our family has seen following Jed’s death, what happened throughout his life was a waste, and we are now just a statistic. I’m afraid I do not agree. You see, no one is just that grand. I do not, nor does anyone else, have the power to nullify God’s work, His truth, His goodness shown, or His promise that He is able to keep that which I have committed to His keeping by any change of their circumstance, decision they make, or personal failure. This narrative has never been about my family or even my little boy…this is the true life record of God’s perfect love for broken people, and it is still the best story I can tell. Truth be told, the story just gets better every day, because hope sores the highest when the winds are stiff.
In the mean time, I’ll see you at the finish line little buddy, I miss you more every day.