I am just not ready to let go yet. When he's gone, I won't be able to hold him, to see his dimple, to hear his laughter, or to inhale his scent deeply into my lungs. He's only been on this earth a few short years, please God. Here in this dark valley of death, Your rod and staff comfort me. My little lamb is among Your flock, and his time to come to You may be sooner than later.
Storms seem to rage on forever, but they do end and the clouds eventually part to radiant sunshine.
The deep dark of night always gives way to the brilliant light of dawn. Trees and plants wither and die in the fall and winter, but in spring and summer, they explode with life. Lord, in my times of need, pain, and sorrow, You have always been there and it is during those times that I feel my closest to You. This is similar to childbirth, the pain is brutal, but the yield is joy in the purest form. I feel a tingling peace wash over me.