During my last sleep, I had a vivid dream which shook me long after I woke. In the dream, one of my children was killed in an accident. The thought could not be moved out of my mind with the motion of my eyes opening. The terror of the thought.
Soon though my mind shifted to those who have spent many days and nights with one wish. “Let it de a dream, O God.†My dreams had only inched into my reality. For many, my dream was their reality. The terror of the thought.
Finally my mind shifted to the Heavenly Father. Watching his son die. Knowing that His Son’s death was orchestrated by His own design. His one and only Son killed. The terror of the thought.
Yes, this most horrific dream of mine and reality of many is also truth in the realm of the Heavenly Father.
Is it not amazing that even the most rare and dreadful realities in this world are not far from the the actuality of our God? If all we had to cry out to was some all-powerful and indistinct deity free from all trouble or pain, how pitied would we be. He could never empathize even in the least with us. He could not know what we are going through. Our God does.
We have lost two known children to miscarriage. The pain for my wife and I and children was acute each time. Our Heavenly Father’s love in giving His only son to die for us is the only thing that gave comfort, knowing that we do not grieve as those who have no hope (1 Thessalonians 4:13-18).