Because I was feeling anxious, I wanted to watch something that would soothe my soul and that's kind of an oxymoron. Isn't it? In fact, there's a lyric in a James Taylor song that goes Can't get me no Light from a tv screen. Amen to that! But being Sunday morning, I had some "religious programming" to choose from. I know, you're probably thinking of the cringe-worthy stereotypical television evangelist, but actually there are a lot of excellent preachers with television ministries, my own pastor included. This morning I came across one of my favorites - David Jeremiah - and he was speaking about children and Heaven. I decided to watch because of what I'm going through right now, I want to know everything the Bible says about Heaven.
He got to a point where he was talking about what happens to babies lost to miscarriage and abortion, and he showed scripturally that they are with the Lord. He asserted that children are from the moment of conception, and since I agree with that I was able to have an ah ha! moment. In Heaven, right now, Michael and our four lost embryos/babies are together. It was such a powerful and beautiful thing to consider that I was moved to tears, and it gave me great comfort.
Then little children were being brought to him in order that he might lay his hands on them and pray. The disciples spoke sternly to those who brought them, but Jesus said, "Let the little children come to me, and do not stop them; for it is to such as these that the kingdom of heaven belongs." ~ Matthew 19:13-14.
What a beautiful way to be blessed first thing this morning when I was feeling anxious and aware that today marks two weeks since Michael's passing.