It’s understandable that parents of students in a college in Oregon are so rattled. In a recent massacre, ten students died, and seven were injured.
Someone known either personally, or locally, was lost. It’s a tragedy that can never be repaired. Our hearts go out to all of them.
Read the story here: http://www.foxnews.com/us/2015/10/02/massacre-in-oregon/
But for others who have also lost a child, the pain goes well beyond the ordinary. And why? Because we understand the road these parents travel. We know the gut-wrenching, fist in the stomach heartache, pain, and anger they face on a daily basis. We know what it feels like. We’ve been there. We’ve done that. We know their sorrow.
In fact, we’re still on that emotional train ourselves. We understand.
But for those who don’t know how I’ve survived the death of my son, it was because God sent the Comforter, as promised in the Bible; and He comforted me.
… my Comforter in sorrow, my heart is faint within me. (Jeremiah 8:18)
Do you know that comfort?
