The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. Psalm 34:18
He was just beginning to show the maturity of manhood, Lord. He was at a tender, young age . . . still a tight bud of promise, his fragrance perfuming the air . . . and now he had attained special educational goals . . . but he would never see his diploma.
We are left to wonder what happened. His freshly opened rose was crushed before it barely had a chance to display its beauty. Why God, why? Why did You let let it happen? Was his heart as crushed on the inside as his rose was crushed on the outside where we could see the damage?
I don’t know what more You could ask of a mother who held those fragile, bruised petals in her hands and sobbed into their sweetness. But I take the text above to heart, trusting that You know he had a broken spirit and You were close by, just itching to hold him if he’d let You.
He was crushed and nearly snuffed out before his death, wasn’t he? We struggle so against not knowing the details even though more understanding would not return him to us.
He’s resting now. Resting until You call him by name. No matter where we are when You call, please rush our family to his side for a joyous five-way hug. I plan to hold on to him and not let go for a very, very long time.