When I tucked Daniel in tonight he said he was sad. "What are you sad about, honey?" "I'm sad about Uncle Gus," he stated. My brother, Daniel's Uncle Gus, died when he was 28 years old. He was a young Montana rancher with a wife and a son. He was pure hard work, and tender hearted toward the Lord. Daniel would've loved him. So, as I rubbed son's back, we talked quietly. He'd ask the questions, and I'd provide the best answers I knew. We agreed that it would be so nice to see Uncle Gus in Heaven.
So, the prayers began. Being the momma that I am, I prayed quiet, but I prayed long. I am a momma afterall, and there's much to pray about. There's a little boy, nearly nine now, who needs blessing, who needs instruction, who needs to know that his Mother and Father will always pray for Him.
The breathing became quieter on the pillow next to her, and she was honored, once again, with the privilege of ushering her son into a night's rest at the sound of his mother's voice as she prayed, prayed to a Father of her own, giving thanks, and trusting Him for her own son's future. Unknown to her, but very well known to Him. Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus.
4 comments:
I'm sad about Uncle Gus too.
Ahhhh beautiful. I'm so glad I was blessed to actually meet you, now I can truly picture this scene and rejoice with you in it!! Love you, Kathym and more importantly, so does God!!!!
I'm sorry about your brother, Kathy. Even when we have the assurance that we'll meet again, it's still hard to lose someone we love. My older sister died in May and I sometimes still have a hard time believing she's gone. I, too, know that we'll be together again but the parting is painful.
Blessings to you!
I greive with you all for your loss, and so thankful to eventually meet Gus in glory. Thank you for allowing us into your heartfelt private conversation and prayers. Blessed me so.
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