“Theodore picked out this stuffed bunny as a special gift for you, right before he went up to heaven to live with Jesus…”
That’s what we had to tell our 4-year-old three days before Easter last year. As tears welled-up in MacKenna’s eyes, she was devastated, yet grateful all at the same time. She couldn’t understand the thought of never seeing her baby brother on this earth again, yet felt so loved to receive such a ‘thoughtful gift’; one that was immediately named ‘Snowball’. I can’t help but think of the similar feelings Mary Magdalene and the disciples had when they heard of Jesus’ resurrection… Extreme gratitude, mixed with inevitable heartache. I picture them overwhelmed with emotion; the incomprehensible just happened right before their eyes. How could a man they’ve come to know and love no longer be in their company on earth, yet act so selflessly by giving such a ‘priceless gift’ of eternal life; one that is FREE to all who believe!?
I’ve come to learn that it’s completely okay for grief and gratitude to coexist; especially because both are a byproduct of love. And as I tuck-in MacKenna every night before bed with her brother’s gift of ‘Snowball Bunny’ sharing the pillow, I’m reminded of the ultimate ‘comforting tool’ that was given to all of humanity. Unlike a stuffed toy, who could use a heavy spin cycle in our washing machine every couple weeks, God gave us a gift of ‘relief’ that never needs mending; a promise of perishable grief and eternal love… #IWillSeeYouAgain
… join me by #FallingRightSideUp
when life gets turned upside down