I miss Isaac. I miss him so very much.
I miss his creations.
I miss him waking up and dragging the laundry bag down the stairs faithfully every day.
I miss him trying to occupy David.
I miss him playing with children of all ages……he loved children and could occupy them so well.
I miss him wearing shorts in the winter.
I miss him dressing up as a cowboy or a soldier or a combination.
I miss him utilizing items for other purposes, like a bathrobe for a civil war coat, a basketball hoop set up for a cannon, and others.
I miss him wearing either a civil war or cowboy hat or a handkerchief on a regular basis.
I miss his interest in history, one of my favorite subjects.
I miss him fighting me for salt and vinegar chips, mashed potatoes, and other foods that we both enjoyed together.
I miss his fluffy hair when it would grow out.
I miss his hand holding mine when we would pray.
I miss his hugs.
I miss him fussing at the children for slopping while they ate.
I miss his ability to see right from wrong.
I miss him saying out loud what I was thinking.
I miss him sitting beside Andy in the church pew, flipping his Bible pages, following along to our pastor’s sermon.
I miss him pretending he was our pastor and holding church service in our front room.
I miss his heart for others. For example, giving his beloved Thomas battery operated train to some other boys to bless them like he was blessed, giving of all his money he had saved to Mission India’s Bible clubs with no hesitation, drawing or coloring pictures for others, giving his money to our new pastor and his wife when they visited, and many other examples too.
I miss his smile and his laughter.
I miss being his mom and teacher.
But most of all,
I. Just. Miss. Him.
I love my boy and will forever miss him, but there is good news and hope. You see, Isaac had a childlike faith that Jesus Christ was God’s son that He was sent to die on the cross for his sins, past, present, and future. Praise the Lord for God’s provision for us so that we may see our loved ones that were promoted to heaven. All we have to do is believe this too, a free gift from God! We do not need to do anything, just believe! I miss Isaac terribly, but my hope is that I will see him again and, for now, I hold dearly to that! May you experience that hope too!
A grieving mom with hope,