One of my favorite stories is found in Genesis 45. Jacob had lost his son, Joseph, years earlier. His other sons had told him that Joseph was killed by wild beasts. It broke his heart. Then one day, his sons came back from
Four years ago, our first son, Paul Hudson, was stillborn the day before his due date. He weighed 8 lbs 15 oz, and was 21 ½ inches long. He had a large head, thick legs, big hands and feet, and was incredibly beautiful. Just hours before we held him in our arms, his heart had stopped. As we bathed him with tears, our hearts broke. Our family came from all over the country. We said goodbye. Then we laid his body in the ground.
In the past four years, God has sustained our faith and filled our home with a joy we once thought impossible. But our hearts still hurt. We still miss our son. We still wish he was here. Time and grace have healed many wounds, but not all. So this Good Friday, we look forward to the resurrection: “For the trumpet will sound, and the dead will be raised imperishable.” Yes. My son is still alive. I will go and see him when I die.
We miss you, Paul. See you soon.