It Hurts

A while back I received an email from my daughter Lisa, Nathan's mama, that said:

"This says it all for me. Love, Lisa" and attached was a pdf that read:

I said, "God, I hurt."

And God said, "I know."

I said, "God, I cry a lot."

And God said, "That's why I gave you tears."

I said, "God, I am so depressed."

And God said, "That's why I gave you sunshine."

I said, "God, life is so hard."

And God said, "That's why I gave you loved ones."

I said, "God, my loved one died."

And God said, "So did mine."

I said, "God, it is such a loss."

And God said, "I saw my son nailed to a cross."

I said, "God, but your loved one lives."

And God said, "So does yours."

I said, "God, where are they now?"

And God said, "Mine is on my right and yours is in the Light."

I said, "God, it hurts."

And God said, "I know."

I don't know who authored this lovely piece, but they surely had some insight into the grief one suffers at the loss of a child.

I'm so sorry my darling Lisa that you hurt as you do. Sometimes I know I get so caught up in me and forget the agony that you are suffering. And I know I can't begin to imagine your pain. I only know the pain I feel as your mama, at the hurt you suffer and feel so helpless. I can't fix it for you. I love you darling Lisa.