Skip to comments.My son Michael
Posted on 06/08/2002 11:06:51 AM PDT by OxfordMovement
My three year old son Michael died this morning at 3 a.m. He had been experiencing high fevers for over a month and has been in the hospital again for the last few days. The doctors were unable to determine the cause of his illness and had contacted many others to review the many tests they had run on him.
Though he received very good medical care, his little heart just stopped beating and wouldn't start again. I know he is in the arms of Jesus, but I just don't understand why this has happened.
Please pray for me, my wife, and my other children. I don't know what we are going to do. We are all so upset. The doctor at the hospital gave my wife an injection of a sedative to calm her down. I'm feeling really desperate. God gave us such a beautiful boy, and now He has taken him away from us. I don't understand. Please pray for us.
May Christ envelop you beautiful son In His Sweet Embrace and protect his Soul forever and a day.
In my faith he is in Heaven and waiting for you there. He was a rightous spirit that did not need the travails of life that most of us need to humble us and get us to return to God ... he just needed a brief exposure to earth life so he could be prepared to carry on in the eternities with God the Father and Jesus and whatever taksks they have for him there.
You and your dear wife and children will see him again, and rejoice with him there. It does not releave the pain entirely ... but it does convey hope and peace.
May God be with you and yours.
May I offer you one word of advice? Your wife will want to talk, and talk, and talk about her sorrow. You will probably feel that you must be the strong, silent one so that you can help your family get through this. GO TO A GRIEF COUNSELOR. Your wife thinks you're silent because you don't understand a mother's grief. You wish she would stop talking about it because it threatens your ability to remain strong. At a grief counselor, you will both learn how the other feels, and how to deal with it. With understanding and prayer, you will be closer than ever before.
I am praying for you and your family.
It hurts me so much to read of the loss of your little boy. I cannot even imagine the pain of losing a child. I lost a brother a couple of years ago and it was horrible. I shall keep you and your family in my prayers. I have no answers only support and condolescenses. May God bless you and your family.
My prayers are with you and your family.
I can tell you that I also lost a child...I lost my older boy, many years ago, after a valiant struggle with a very deadly form of leukemia
My son was also named Michael....I would like to think, that my Michael, is welcoming your Michael, home to heaven(I suppose that is a wish for my own comfort, but I would hope it may be true)..
I do not know exactly what to tell you...You said you feel so desperate, at this time, and yes, there is for sure a feeling of desperation when a parent loses a child...for this is not the way we envision life...
All I can really say to you, will probably not really be of comfort...but what I will say, is that allow yourself to feel the desperation, the sadness, the grief, the tears, and the anger...You will wonder how you are going to make it through this terrible event...You loved your child, took care of your child, and thought they would go on...but sometimes they dont, and there is no rhyme nor reason, which makes any sense of that...
I hurt so badly for you, for I understand, that you are going through the very worst time right now...I will pray for you, and think of you and your whole family...
Should you ever want to talk, Freepmail me and I will listen, for I know from my own experience, that having someone who will simply listen can be a gift...God Bless You, and all of your family...
Here is an excellent site that you may want to peruse when you're feeling up to it.
I really liked "My Grief Rights: Ten Healing Rights for Grieving Children"
It also has all the different steps of grieving, which are so helpful when trying to understand all the conflicting and confusing emotions you are feeling.
I hope this helps. And again, we are just so sorry. Prayers for your little one and all of you, going to the Father right now!!!
You and your family are in my prayers tonight.
TONS of prayers coming your way!!!
You are in are prayers.
May the Lord comfort you in this time of sorrow.
Blessed are those who mourn,
for they will be comforted...
Blessed are the pure in heart,
for they will see God.
My prayers go out to you and your family during this very difficult time for you. I know your pain is heavy, I sincerely pray that God will guide you all! God Bless!
May God Bless you and your family,
Mike & Colleen
Remember there are other little boys out there that NEED your love, in time you can give it and it will be renewed for you.
I do pray that God will be your comfort and strength in this time of darkness for your family. Even though you may not be feeling it right now, God still loves you and cares for you.
I will keep your family in my prayers. I am in Florida, but if there is anything you may need, please don't hesitate to FReepmail me.
Your Brother in Christ,
My heart is heavy and aching for the grief that you and your family must feel over the loss of Michael. Words are insufficient. May God be your source of strength in the coming days. Trust Him for He knows the complete story--all the why's regarding the need to take Michael at this time. Surely He has a reason that we will one day understand once we get to heaven ourselves. I look forward to the day when I see you, Michael, and the rest of your family reunited there. What a wonderful day that will be. Until that day, may God be your comfort and strength. He knows the pain of losing a son. He will not leave you comfortless.
I will be praying for you.
I don't know why your son was taken from you, or why my little cousin died so young, but I do know that Jesus promised to be with us throughout every situation in life. You are truly walking through the valley of the shadow of death right now, but remember that the Lord is with you, He is your shepherd.
I will pray for you and for peace and acceptance for your family.
May the Lord bless you and keep you.
May the peace of God, which passes understanding, guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus.
May the Lord hold you close to His heart, under the shadow of His healing wings.
HE WILL NEVER LEAVE YOU
Oh, how I long to span the miles
and be there with you.
But I will clasp you
close to my heart...
and whisper a prayer
to our DEAR LOVING LORD
who walks beside you today.
Though you may not know
where tomorrow's road may lead...
So hold to HIS STRONG HAND...
Cling to Him.
He will never, ever let you go.
By Glenna Oldham
I dont think anything much helps at first. You just somehow manage to find the strength to go on.
People may try to give you lots of advice. I know you need comfort, not advice. But Im going to tell you some of the things I have gone through in the two months since my sons journey to Heaven to be with Jesus. Maybe my experience can prepare you for some things.
I know asking Why? doesnt help. I dont think that question will be answered this side of Heaven (when it wont even matter to me anymore). But I still keep asking Why?.
My mind tries to replay the last hours and moments of my sons life over and over. I try my best to not to let my mind do that. That is the best and most practical thing I have learned to do to keep myself sane. Ive lived through that hell once. I try to stop my mind from making me relive it over again.
Im no longer surprised when people I thought would stand by us dont. And Im no longer surprised when people I never dreamed would stand by us do. And the creepy people in my life didnt stop being creepy.
People dont know what to say, because there IS nothing to say. So sometimes they say stupid, thoughtless things.
I know its OK for me to be angry at God. If someone ever tells me otherwise (no one has so far), I will turn my back on them. They dont know what theyre talking about. How could I NOT be angry at God? Im still angry at God, but I am gradually coming to understand that the anger will eventually go away if I let go of it. I also know that I can still pray even when Im angry at God.
I am surrounded by a world that keeps reminding me of my son. It doesnt matter where I am or who Im with, there are always reminders and memories. Ive learned not to lose it when I can see the memories coming. But I cant always see them coming. And I lose it. Also, I still quite often think of something I want to show or say to my son. And then in an awful moment, I realize I cant.
I still dont know what to say when someone I dont know asks me if I have children. Yes, we have a daughter? But do we still have a son? Should I say We have a daughter but lost a son? Do people WANT to hear that? (Answer: No.)
The question my wife hates the most is do you have other children? Each child is irreplaceable. Ryan didnt have a back up.
Is my grief getting less intense? No. But it comes less often.
The day after my sons death my wife woke up with the strangest scripture in her mind:
Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal; but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also. Matthew 6:19-21
All I could tell her was that one of our dearest treasures was now in Heaven. Thats true now for you and you wife as well.
I dont think this will help you now. Come back in a few weeks. Maybe it will help some then.
I shall pass this along to my folks. Time doesn't heal all wounds, it's true.
Thank you, Semi Civil Servant. I have learned a lot from you and Siobhan this day. I am so grateful there were those who did have words so full of faith and charity and hope as to serve OxfordMovement long past this, the saddest day of his life.
I'm so sorry about your son and shall pray for you too.
"I'll lend you, for a little while, a child of mine", He said. "For you to love while he lives, and mourn when he is dead." "It may be six or seven years, or twenty-two or three, "But will you, 'til I call him back, take care of him for me? "He'll bring his charms to gladden you, and shall his stay be brief, "You'll have his lovely memories and solace for your grief. "I cannot promise he will stay, as all from earth return, "But there are lessons taught down there I want this child to learn. "I've looked the wide world over in my search for teachers true, "And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes, I have selected you. "Now will you give him all your love -- not think of labor vain, "Nor hate me when I come to call to take him back again." "I fancied that I heard them say, "Dear Lord, they will be done." "For all the joy this child shall bring, the risk of grief we'll run. "We'll shower him with tenderness and love him while we may, "And for the happiness we've known, forever, grateful stay. "And should the angels call for him much sooner than we planned, We'll brave the bitter grief that comes, and try to understand." Author unknown.
My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family.
Now that's a lovely thought to hold. Two angels together in the next world. I like that thought.
I'm so sorry to hear this, it breaks my heart and I'll certainly keep you and your family in my prayers and thoughts.
Death of a Little Child
In Memory of Ruth Margaret McGee
She was so small, but her influence was so great; her life was short, but the memory of her is long.
And Jesus called a little child unto him (Matthew 18:2). Suffer little children to come unto me, and forbid them not: for of such is the kingdom of God (Luke 18:16).
At the death of my firstborn, God gave me some words of comfort which I desire to pass on to parents and to loved ones of little ones who die. There is no sorrow quite so heartrending as the death of a little child. The image of the little one is written so indelibly upon the mind and heart that during the long watches of the night it appears on memorys screen to haunt us. If the child lives long enough to walk and to talk, the faltering steps and childish prattle are like a lingering fragrance in the home that seems so strangely silent. The arms are empty, the eyes are filled with tears, and the heart is like a vacant house. Yet, there is no affliction for which God has provided such tender comfort and such sweet solace. He is the God of all comfort (2 Corinthians 1:3).
The following comforts are mentioned with the prayer that the Comforter, the Holy Spirit, will apply them to broken hearts and to wounded spirits as strong splints and sweet ointment.
A Brief Life is Not an Incomplete Life
We sometimes feel that a life which was so brief was in vain and that God has mocked us by giving us the little one and then by taking it away immediately. The child had no opportunity to perform a work, nor was there any time given to develop character. Let us remember, first of all, that the little one had an eternal spirit and that it has gone into the presence of God where there will be an eternity to perform works and develop character.
With eternity as a measuring rod, the long life of Methuselah was merely a pinpoint on the calendar of time. Although the span of life of your little one was brief, your child completed a mission, served a purpose, and performed a God-appointed task in this world. The childs presence turned your thoughts to the best. Your little ones helplessness brought out your strength and protection, and your childs loveliness roused your tenderness and love. The little ones influence will linger in your heart as long as you live. If anything can bring a man to God, it is a child. A little child shall lead them is not idle rhetoric. We think of Methuselah in connection with old age, but did you ever consider him as an infant? Well, he was once a baby, and a most arresting thing is recorded about his birth. He was the son of Enoch, and it is written: And Enoch lived sixty and five years, and begat Methuselah: and Enoch walked with God after he begat Methuselah three hundred years, and begat sons and daughters: and all the days of Enoch were three hundred sixty and five years: and Enoch walked with God: and he was not; for God took him (Genesis 5:2124). We do not know what the life of Enoch was for the first sixty-five years, but when the day came that he looked down into a crib at a little boy named Methuselah, he began to walk with God. If Methuselah had died in his crib, he would have accomplished about as much as evidently he did in his long life. Your little one served its purpose. A brief life is not an incomplete life.
You Can Be Assured That All is Well With the Child
David lost two sons for whom he grieved deeply. One was Bathshebas child, who died shortly after birth. David was greatly exercised about the life of this child. The record reveals the magnitude of his grief:
David therefore besought God for the child; and David fasted, and went in, and lay all night upon the earth. And the elders of his house arose, and went to him, to raise him up from the earth: but he would not, neither did he eat bread with them. And it came to pass on the seventh day, that the child died. And the servants of David feared to tell him that the child was dead: for they said, Behold, while the child was yet alive, we spake unto him, and he would not hearken unto our voice: how will he then vex himself, if we tell him that the child is dead? But when David saw that his servants whispered, David perceived that the child was dead: therefore David said unto his servants, Is the child dead? And they said, He is dead. Then David arose from the earth, and washed, and anointed himself, and changed his apparel, and came into the house of the Lord, and worshipped: then he came to his own house; and when he required, they set bread before him, and he did eat. Then said his servants unto him, What thing is this that thou hast done? thou didst fast and weep for the child, while it was alive; but when the child was dead, thou didst rise and eat bread. And he said, While the child was yet alive, I fasted and wept: for I said, Who can tell whether God will be gracious to me, that the child may live? But now he is dead, wherefore should I fast? can I bring him back again? I shall go to him, but he shall not return to me. (2 Samuel 12:1623)
David knew that the child was with the redeemed and that he would join him someday by death and would be with him forever.
David had another son, Absalom, who in manhood became rebellious and sinned grievously. While ruthlessly attempting to seize the kingdom from his father, he was killed in battle. Upon learning of his death, King David, a strong, rugged old soldier, wept as a woman. The Bible records his appalling grief:
And the king was much moved, and went up to the chamber over the gate, and wept: and as he went, thus he said, O my son Absalom, my son, my son Absalom! would God I had died for thee, O Absalom, my son, my son! (2 Samuel 18:33)
David did not know the destiny of the soul of Absalom, or at least he doubted his salvation. David wished it had been possible to have died in his stead so that Absalom might have another chance. David could be sure of the first child, but he was not sure of Absalom.
You, likewise, may have the assurance of the salvation of your little child; it is safe in the arms of Jesus. You would be willing to turn over your child to the care of a faithful nurse in this life, and you can rejoice that your little one is in the arms of the Good Shepherd who is more tender than any human nurse. In fact, the little one is better off than if it were asleep in its crib in your home. It is beyond this veil of tears. There is no danger or evil to beset its pathway. We may rest in the confidence that our children are safe with Christ. Remember that when He was here on earth, He took up little ones into His arms, saying, Suffer little children to come unto me, and forbid them not: for of such is the kingdom of God (Luke 18:16). On another occasion He said, Take heed that ye despise not one of these little ones; for I say unto you, that in heaven their angels do always behold the face of my Father which is in heaven (Matthew 18:10).
If you could but know the blessedness of your little one at this very moment, it would reconcile you to the loss of the darling of your heart.
Heaven Should Be More Real To You
The Lord Jesus has gone to prepare a place for those who are His own. Part of this preparation is the taking of your child. Heaven will mean more to you nowyour dearest treasure is there. For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also (Matthew 6:21). He takes the family here to form the family there. Baby hands are beckoning to you, and a baby voice is calling you home.
I did not realize how many parents there were who had lost children until our first baby was taken. One after another in the congregation came with tears in their eyes to tell of their secret sorrow. One dear lady and her husband always sat down in the front pew. They were elderly and they had a son who was a great sorrow. In spite of this, they were always smiling and seemed never to be defeated by life. I shall never forget my surprise when I discovered the reason for this as they told me of the loss of their firstborn and of their happy anticipation of seeing the little one in heaven someday.
There are No Mistakes in Gods Plans
God has permitted this to happen to you. It was no accident, nor was it something over which He had no control. He knows the way you take; your times are in His hands, and He numbers the hairs of your head. Somehow and some way God will make this work out for His glory and your good. And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose (Romans 8:28). Perhaps you do not see this now, and I am sure that I cannot explain it in detail, but here is where you can trust God. He permits us to suffer here, and in this world of sin it is part of His discipline for a higher place.
For whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth, and scourgeth every son whom he receiveth. If ye endure chastening, God dealeth with you as with sons; for what son is he whom the father chasteneth not? (Hebrews 12:6, 7)
You Did the Best You Could Under the Circumstances
Perhaps you are rebuking yourself for not having done something more in behalf of the child. You may be harassed by a haunting fear that you did something wrong. Martha and Mary felt that the death of their brother could have been averted. They both said to Jesus Christ, Lord, if thou hadst been here, my brother had not died (John 11:21, 32). Yet in the providence of God it was best for Lazarus to die, though it could have been avertedbut only with divine help. Humanly speaking, you did the best you could. You are not as wise nor as strong as God. You did what you could, and you must leave the results to Him. Do not reproach yourself for negligence or ignorance. Regardless of what you had done, you are still a fallible and feeble creature. You did the best you could.
Suppose Your Child Had Lived
Multitudes of children today, growing up to maturation, are entering upon a life of crime or shame. Think of the children who bring disgrace and suffering to their parents. A father in Atlanta, Georgia, a man of wealth and who was known for his gentleness and graciousness, said to me that he wished he had buried his son the day that he sent him away to college. Think of the sad parents who have nothing but bitter memories of a debauched and godless son or daughter. Think of the anxiety of parents as their children are swept along in todays changing world. Think of the millions of starving children in many parts of the world, of the multitudes of boys and girls being brainwashed by godless ideologies. Think of the pinched faces and swollen tummies of children who are the victims of war. You will never know a haunting dread for the future of your child, nor will there be ever a sting in your memory. God knew what was in the future for your child. Perhaps there would have been a life of illness, a disfiguring accident or brain damage, or a lingering, incurable disease. God knew all of this, and I am confident that He has given you the better part. You can be certain about your childs future now; you could not be certain if your little one were alive.
You Will See Your Little One Someday
If you have faith in a living Savior who was victorious over death and the grave, then you will someday see your little one. We are told through the apostle Paul,
But I would not have you to be ignorant, brethren, concerning them which are asleep, that ye sorrow not, even as others which have no hope. (1 Thessalonians 4:13)
Notice that he did not say we are not to sorrow; he said that we are not to sorrow as those who have no hope. Death is yet to be defeated. Someday the dead in Christ are to be raised from the grave,
For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first: then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord. (1 Thessalonians 4:16, 17)
The little form of your child will be raised from the grave and the spirit joined to the glorified body. If you are in Christ, you at that time will be reunited, and together you will be at home with Christ forever.
Will our children be as we last saw them? I do not know nor can I prove it from Scripture (for Scripture is silent at this point), but I believe with all my heart that God will raise the little ones as such and that the mothers arms that have ached for them will have the opportunity of holding them. The fathers hand that never held the little hand will be given that privilege. I believe that the little ones will grow up in heaven in the care of their earthly parentsif they are saved. One of the worst things of which I, as a father, can conceive, is of parents being in hell knowing that they cannot have their childthere are no children in hell. What an added joy this lends to heaven in looking forward to having your little one again! Though the Scriptures do not teach this explicitly, this does seem to be the sense. Remember that David expected to go to his child. And referring to children Christ said, Of such is the kingdom of heaven.
You Can Prove the Reality of Gods Comfort
His comfort is real; His presence is vital; His words are life. He can become a mighty reality to you now. He wants to enter into your sorrow and sympathize with you. When Jesus went to a funeral, these amazing words are recorded, Jesus wept (John 11:35). Because He had our humanity and was touched with the feeling of our infirmity, when He went to the cemetery, He weptin spite of the fact that He intended to restore life.
In every pang that rends the human heart
The Man of Sorrow had a part.
There is a story of sweetness and beauty which enlightens the heart of every parent who has lost a child. It concerns a custom among the shepherd folk of the Alps. In the summertime when the grass in the lower valleys withers and dries up, the shepherds seek to lead their sheep up a winding, thorny, and stony pathway to the high grazing lands. The sheep, reluctant to take the difficult pathway infested with dangers and hardships, turn back and will not follow. The shepherds make repeated attempts, but the timid sheep will not follow. Finally a shepherd reaches into the flock and takes a little lamb and places it under his arm, then reaches in again and takes another lamb, placing it under the other arm. Then he starts up the precipitous pathway. Soon the mother sheep start to follow and afterward the entire flock. At last they ascend the torturous trail to green pastures.
The Great Shepherd of the sheep, the Lord Jesus Christ, our Savior, has reached into the flock and He has picked up your lamb. He did not do it to rob you but to lead you out and upward. He has richer and greener pastures for you, and He wants you to follow.
Will you follow Him? You will, if you catch a glimpse
Of the good Shepherd on the height.
Or climbing up the starry way,
Holding your little lamb asleep.
While like the murmur of the sea
Soundeth that voice along the deep,
Saying, Arise, and follow Me.
McGee, J. Vernon, On Comfort: Words of Hope for the Hurting, (Nashville: Thomas Nelson Publishers) 2001, c1994.
All My Tears
When I go don't cry for me
In my fathers arms I'll be
The wounds this world left on my soul
Will all be healed and I'll be whole
Sun and moon will be replaced
With the light of Jesus' face
And I will not be ashamed
For my savior knows my name
It don't matter where you bury me
I'll be home and I'll be free
It don't matter where I lay
All my tears be washed away
Gold and silver blind the eye
Temporary riches lie
Come and eat from heaven's store
Come and drink and thirst no more
So weep not for me my friend
When my time below does end
For my life belongs to him
Who will raise the dead again
I'll be home and I'll be free
It don't matter where I lay
All my tears be washed away
You and your family are in my thoughts and prayers.