Drowning in our Grief

picture-of-sad-boyIt’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?

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About Phoebe Leggett

Phoebe Leggett is an author, poet, and free-lance writer whose articles, stories, and poetry have enhanced the lives of many. In 2007 she received two awards for her work at the Blue Ridge Mountain Christian Writer’s Conference in Ridgecrest, North Carolina. Her articles, stories, and poetry have been published in adult and children’s Christian literature as well as online. Her books are available on Amazon.com under her name.
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