Life is strange. We care so much about this temporary existence and yet it will all pass so quickly.
Yesterday as Drake and I walked through a graveyard in Whitby, England, I mourned not only for Judson but for others. We passed from headstone to headstone near St. Mary’s Church and I noted that many of the grave-markers had been worn away over time. I could no longer even read who was buried there or how long ago. Furthermore, I imagined that all the loved ones of the deceased had now died as well and these people were probably completely forgotten…their lives that once seemed significant no longer mattered to anyone…it is likely that not a soul on earth grieves that they are gone anymore.
I couldn’t help but envisage Judson buried there…he matters so much to us that it hurts to imagine a day when no one will care that he is gone. But it reminds me how fleeting this life can be—in the blink of an eye it passes.
However, glory to God that while a day will come on this earth when Judson is fully forgotten, I will have been reunited with my boy and I can bank on the truth that our little man will always matter in God’s kingdom!