Lifted up

In the last week I have asked myself how do I heal from this great loss? the empty spot in the van, at the table, on the couch, and in my heart makes it known he is truly gone. Since January 16, the day of the accident, this has all felt unreal. Its like someone else is going through this and I am just coming along side them to love an support them. In the days since Logan’s passing, on January 21, it has all become too real. This is not someone else it is us. Our little family is now missing a piece. The boy piece that was full of energy, testosterone, and the wrestling of every sister he had the chance to surprise attack.

Our God is great and has a bigger plan than we are allowed to see. I fully trust that He has in mind what is best for us. Its good that God knows us better than we know ourselves. I know my son is safe with God our Father and is being taken care of better than I ever could. After all, God loves Logan with a love that I am not capable of loving. My love is like drop in the bucket compared to the great love God pours out onto His children. I can imagine the arms of my Heavenly Father wrapped around Logan with such great warmth that he would never want to leave His loving embrace.

Let Logan’s life, story, and death be an example to you. I pray your hearts are forever stirred like his was to love the Lord and give his life over to Him. I knew a life before Jesus and it was empty, lonely, and unsettled. Accepting Jesus as my savior was the best and most important decision I ever made. It is a life full of love, peace, and comfort.

January 16 though the 21st were the hardest days of my life, but the peace that God gave me during those days, I have no words to describe it. All I can say is we have an awesome God who fills our every need if we let him. God answers our prayers, but not always in the ways that we think He will. He is perfect and does not make a mistake.

My prayer that week was, “Lord, heal my son and rise him up out of that bed so he can be a testimony that will glorify God.” When I prayed that, God said, “He is already a testimony to me.” His short thirteen years were well planned out by the Lord. Logan has touched peoples lives that we may never get to be aware of. Our lives will be forever altered, but they were forever blessed by him being here. Though it was just a short time he was loaned to us from God. After all, each child we get to have is not ours, they are God’s. So hug your precious children. They are borrowed gifts from the Lord Himself.

So how do we deal with this great loss? Turn to God, lean in closer, and make the Lord the center of our lives. Love and hugs, Ann