Womb to Cradle. Cradle to Grave...and Grave to new Room.

Time is so very odd. So is language.

I think God's language is math...you know, numbers. And somehow He uses math to speak to all of us, doesn't he?

It hit me this week that like so many "new parents" my bride and I counted down the 9 months that preceded the births of each of our kids. We couldn't wait to meet them and speak to them.

Then the years proceeded on with each child. Numbers, numbers, numbers. Double digits, teen years, 18, 21, etc.

This year the math was 27 years for our oldest.

And then he died. And we grieve throughout 2009.

So, today marks an odd number: my son Nate has been gone as long as he was in the womb. 9 months.

And God's math REALLY does add up.

From the loving womb of his mama to a tender and warm cradle, from the cradle to life...and ultimately, to death. From death to what Jesus promised would be a "room" in His Father's House.

That adds up ok for me, because I know it added up tremendously well for Nate.

Just some thoughts from a dad who tends to total things up....

Den

Comments

[Trish]

Hey Den, We love you guys.

My daughters in laws are grieving this year too, their 18 yo son passed away almost two weeks ago, of his own determination. I am praying for wise words or counsel to help them through time.

I am so thankful that I know the Lord, and that His love is so good and faithful and just. That He loves us and strengthens us and holds us in His heart.