I lost my son James 11 months ago at the tender age of 19. My only solace is in trusting that God's words are true, and that we are going home soon. James loved the lord and was saved early in life, at his funeral one girl wrote to us that he had saved her life, because she was contemplating suicide and he talked to her for hours over the phone telling her not to do it. My son is not dead, he is just in another dimension, and is having the time of his life. I think he is searching out all the cool places in heaven and when the rapture happens he will show me all the places he's discovered.
What happened to my son was that a rutherford construction strung an electric wire across the road to get power to the other side and it was too low. He attached it to a pole that was just setting in a hole with bricks around it to prop it up. Well an overnight semi UPS truck was coming one way..at the exact time my son James was coming home the other way...and the truck clipped the wire and pulled the pole out of the ground and hurled it at my son killing him.
Ladies, I wish I could give you each a big hug in person. I cannot image what it feels like to lose a child, as you have. I lost 2 babies during pregnancy and I had been able to see their hearts beating on sonagrams, THAT was hard for me, you ladies are very courageous and strong, you are an inspiration to me with your beautiful testimonies. I can't imagine what you all have gone through, I can't wait to meet all your children in heaven.![]()
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I also lost my baby when I was 13 wks. preg. He would be 24 this May. One day soon.Even though it's been 23 years, it still hurts for you. Over 30 yrs. ago, I had a miscarriage, and just within the last year, I've been able to talk about it, a little, and not cry. There's another child for each of us to love when we get 'home' away from this veil of tears to be with our Savior where there will be no more sorrow and no more parting
I am so sorry for all of you who knew your children oh so well. The time is so near.. it really is.
Last edited by Sing4Him; April 15th, 2008 at 09:01 PM.
I'm so sorry for the loss of your James. 11 months is still very new to you. I have to remind myself all the time that death is just a shadow.
I'm positive he'll be showing you around heaven when you get there. Me and my family send up balloons to heaven with messages in them on holidays and his birthday. My sister really believes when we see his house in heaven all those balloons will be there. Hey....No eye has seen or ear heard...... so why not!!!! Neat thought anyway!!!
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I am sure that you have gone through a deep grief as well. You probably still experience it although it may seem distant at times. There are anniversaries that hit and remind. I remember when my baby died, the agony was terrible. If it hadn't been for Laura and Rachel, I wouldn't have hung on. Then Amanda came. She took me by the hand and led me back into life with her gentle, caring, warm nature and her generosity.
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My former wife and I lost a child in a miscarriage 29 years ago and my mom lost a baby girl who was stillborn 2 years before I was actually born.I know we'll reunite someday,though![]()
Thank you so much dear sister for sharing with us.I know just talking about our precious children is like reopening a painful wound. It bleeds a little more each time until you think there's nothing left to give of yourself. God has rewarded our children with a life far greater than the ones we are presently experiencing and soon, very soon we'll all be sharing that unspeakable joy with them.
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Oh BibleNuggetLady, Sing4Him, and Truthseeker, I am so sorry you never got to hold your precious babies.I am convinced you will hold them one day soon!! I also believe with all my heart they will know you the moment they first lay eyes on you! They will know you are the loving parents who grieved so hard to see them go.
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Thank you sweetheart.
The Lord took these precious children for reasons He knows.
' to spare them something more horrid in their future on earth? Or to welcome us to heaven (along with the Savior first of all) so that we are more thrilled than imaginable! Not all get to reunite with their children welcoming them to heaven!
One day soon.. very soon. I pray Jesus comes any moment.
Many hugs of love and comfort from me to all of you who have experienced this loss on earth, heaven's gain.
Things are NOT over.. the great comfort in knowing Jesus as Lord and Savior surely gives peace and the ability to press on to the "prize" ..
I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus Phil 3:14
OH That Wil Be Glory
Lyrics and Composer: Charles H. Gabriel, 1900.
When all my labors and trials are o’er,
And I am safe on that beautiful shore,
Just to be near the dear Lord I adore,
Will through the ages be glory for me.
O that will be glory for me,
Glory for me, glory for me,
When by His grace I shall look on His face,
That will be glory, be glory for me.
When, by the gift of His infinite grace,
I am accorded in heaven a place,
Just to be there and to look on His face,
Will through the ages be glory for me.
O that will be glory for me,
Glory for me, glory for me,
When by His grace I shall look on His face,
That will be glory, be glory for me.
Friends will be there I have loved long ago;
Joy like a river around me will flow;
Yet just a smile from my Savior, I know,
Will through the ages be glory for me.
O that will be glory for me,
Glory for me, glory for me,
When by His grace I shall look on His face,
That will be glory, be glory for me.
To all of you,
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s for my brother and sister's who wait to be reunited with their children. You WILL see them face to face. What a day that will be! And I'll see my grandson again! As well as 3 other grandchildren who never had a chance to see the light of day.
My grandson looks just like my son... Absolutely beautiful.
I've posted before how I was very angry with the Lord on the night that He took him.I felt WHY would He even allow him to be born? So we could see exactly what we'd be missing?! Now we know him. We see his little face every day. We had him long enough to fall so much in love with him, but for such a brief stay.
He was 1 pound 10 ounces. So fiesty too. A little fighter all the way. His mother developed an infection. His lungs were so underdeveloped. The doctor said the infection combined with his premature lungs just didn't offer him much hope.
He died in my son's arms 5 1/2 hours later.
To see my son grieve so deeply, combined with my own grief, was more then this mothers heart could take. My son was so in love with him.
So yes, I was angry with God! By the next morning, my anger had ceased. My pain, grief, and tears took a long time to calm down. I still can not think about him, or look at the few photo's we have of him, without weeping. When I look at them I long to have him here with us, and kiss him, and enjoy seeing my son be his daddy.
Even now sharing on this thread, I cry.
He will forever be in my heart and thoughts. Time will never ever change that.
Last edited by Glory; April 20th, 2008 at 11:23 PM.
Wow.
Well, my little Abigail Janice went to be with Jesus when she was just a couple of hours old. She was born and died on June 4, 1985. It had been an easy pregnancy and I was not prepared...we never are. I was in labor for two days, and then after delivery, she died in the nursery. A sweet Christian nurse was holding her, actually singing praise songs to her when she died. My husband held her in the nursery for several hours then they pried her away from him. She was our third child.
Glory and Janh7,. These babies will be yours to love and hold again. God has promised that. His own dear Son won the battle against death and the grave, and soon we will share in His glorious victory!!! Each day is one day closer to that wonderful event. Hold on dear sisters because we're almost there.
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I just finished reading through this thread after having avoided opening it before. I dreaded reading because I knew it would be painful. My heart is broken for all of you who have lost children or grandchildren. And my heart breaks for those of you who have watched your children grieve over losing a child. I pray that Jesus will call us all home very soon and you will all be reunited with your precious children. After you've had your reunion and have spent time together, I look forward to meeting all of you with your children. They all sound like wonderful people. For those of you who lost children through miscarriage or stillbirth, again, I can't imagine the pain; to have never held that precious baby's life-filled body in your arms, I can hardly bare to think of it. As much as I hurt hearing about the pain everyone here has suffered, I can't imagine how deep your pain must be. I am so sorry that there are so many people who don't understand that you can't put a time limit on grief and mourning. I thank God that I have never lost a child or grandchild and I hope and pray I never do. However, when I was 15, my 16 year old brother committed suicide. That was January 12, 1970. I still miss him today and I still grieve. I don't ever want to know how much worst it must be to lose a child or grandchild of any age.![]()
Several years ago, my church had just started VBS. On Tuesday, I was preparing everything at home so I could be at VBS again that night. I was the director of the prayer chain and my Pastor's wife called me with a prayer request, but I couldn't share it with anyone else yet. Scotty was a cute, little redheaded 13 year old boy who had recently come to know Jesus as his Saviour. That afternoon, Scotty was out riding his bike when some of his friends asked him to tag along with them. They rode their bikes out to a quarry. There were no trespassing and no swimming signs posted, but they did exactly what my friends, brothers and I did at that age. They ignored the signs. Scotty didn't know how to swim, but I guess he didn't want to miss out on the fun and didn't want the kids to tease him. He jumped into the quarry with the others. A short time later, paramedics. pulled Scotty's lifeless body from the quarry. The other children were in shock and disbelief. They had just been looking for some fun. My Pastor's wife told me that Scotty's parents were at the hospital. They were waiting for other family members to arrive before they took him off of life support. Scotty's sisters were students in my Wed. evening class. We spent much time in many classes dealing with their pain and grief. The hardest thing for me ,though, was dealing with his Mom. She was in so much pain. She felt guilty over her son's death and she told me repeatedly that she was just so angry with God. I'm pretty sure she is unsaved. I can't imagine trying to deal with the loss of her son without knowing Jesus. I saw her suffering and it was raw and unadulterated. My heart and my prayers go out and up for all who suffer such heart wrenching pain.