Yesterday I took just Gabe out shopping. I don’t often get to spend alone time with him and I was reminded what an amazing kid he is. He has such a tender soul. He wants to run an orphanage when he grows up… but he also wants to drive a Ferrari, so… 😉
We had a fun time, just the two of us. On the way home he kept asking me about Heaven and what it’ll be like when Jesus comes back.
I explained to him that Jesus will appear in the sky with great glory, riding the clouds. That every eye will see him, even those that pierced him. That we will rise to meet him and be changed, to be like him. That there will be no more sickness, death, pain…
I got choked up and so did he. He said, “Mom, I can see him coming.” I said, “honey that’s the Holy Spirit showing you that it’s true.”
You see, just the day before he had been in a lot of pain. In between tears and sobs he had asked, “if God loves me, why am I suffering so much?”
The conversation, and the sweet presence of God, was something we both desperately needed. Something that I need more of.
In my own suffering I tend to turn away. I feel like I can’t take anymore disappointment at times, without losing hold of my faith. But yesterday, it was like He peeled back the curtain obscuring eternity and gave us both a glimpse of our future and the end of suffering. I felt a glimpse of the eternity and wonder awaiting us, and looking over at Gabe’s tear-filled eyes, I know he did too.
I know that Gabriel is being molded in ways I can’t even begin to comprehend. I know he has a huge call on his life. Even at the age of 8, there is a level of tenderness, empathy and hunger for knowledge of God that is amazing…. probably as the result of all the suffering he’s had to endure.
We can got lost in the hardships we face but we need to remember that life here is short and eternity is long. We can’t choose the trials but we can choose how we face them. Our God loves us.