Since losing Wyatt, going to church makes so much sense now. The words spoken bring peace to my heart. Reading along in the book with each reading allows me to take in every word and make sense of it, relate it to me.
Today's readings were touching, as always, but one really stood out. It was Romans 14:7-9.
It said this:
7 For none of us lives for ourselves alone, and none of us dies for ourselves alone. 8 If we live, we live for the Lord; and if we die, we die for the Lord. So, whether we live or die, we belong to the Lord. 9 For this very reason, Christ died and returned to life so that he might be the Lord of both the dead and the living.
This touched me as I thought of my dear boy Wyatt. I listened to the reading, read it once to myself, and then read it again. At that moment, peace came over me as I realized what it was saying.
My baby boy, my little Wyatt belongs to the Lord. It didn't matter if he lived or died, he still belongs to the Lord. So why was I so selfish to ask him to live while suffering? Because I thought wrong. I thought the way one would if they were living for themselves alone, thinking only of themselves. Today it was brought to my attention that we all live and die for the Lord.
Wyatt lived briefly, touched many, and returned home to the Lord through death. Although returned through death, he is not suffering. He is free from hurt and pain.
As I sit here and type this another mother is having to prepare to say goodbye to her precious child. This child is fighting to stay alive to live with his parents for another moment. Sadly, this child was given a short life expectancy. Born only three days ago, this child may soon have to return home to the Lord. It breaks my heart to know that this family will suffer another loss of a child. Yes, another as they already lost one.
It's times like this when I question EVERYTHING. Yes, I know, I have to remember what the reading says.