A wife who loses a husband is called a widow.
child who loses his parents is called an orphan.
But...there is no word for a parent who loses a child
Track season is full upon us. It's a busy time of year. Track meets are long, eating up an entire afernoon and evening. With both girls running, one in high school and one in middle school, we have several track meets a week. I love to watch the girls run. I am their biggest fan. I have watched two beautiful girls of mine grow and blossom as a direct result of their hard work and dedication to running. I have witnessed as they enjoy successes and stand strong against disappointments. I have observed as they learn the valuable lesson that talent without hard work is nothing ,but hard work combined with talent is a gift.
Often I feel alone. I do not wish to burden others with my own heavy sadness. Always I am aware of the inadequacy of words. It is this loneliness that brings me to fall before my Lord over and over again. It is in His arms and through His word that I find comfort and hope. I know that my God understands my aching heart. He sees every tear that is shed. He too has lost. It is in these times when I am alone, when the weight of isolation presses upon me, that I most feel His love and His comapassion. It is in these times that I hear Him say, "You are not alone, I KNOW"
Blessed are those who mourn; for they shall be comforted