Some days your heart just bleeds. There isn’t any other way to describe the pain of watching  a niece and her spouse, lose their only child. You want to take the pain away, but of course there is no way to do that. You want to make things better, or understand the why of tragedy. You want to heal the wounds, turn the days around and warn of impending danger. You want to undo what cannot be undone.

This week my family will bury a precious child, who has been prayed over and for, since before she was born. The death of any child must break the heart of God.  All of our hearts break for her parents and grandparents, who surrounded her with  love her five years of life.

I remember how Jesus said, “Let the children come to me, do not hinder them; for to such belongs the kingdom of God.”   And how “Jesus took the children in his arms and blessed them”. Mark 10:14, 16     I’m comforted as I think of  this precious child, safe in the arms of Jesus tonight.  

 Yet, I yearn for that day, when “God will wipe every tear from our eyes, death will be no more and mourning and crying and pain will end.” Revelation 21:4

For now, we grieve for those who grieve, and our hearts bleed at the pain we see.