Although I’d rather change the words made regarding the sacrifice of war to read,
Robbed of the future in a most cruel way. Today was the second funeral of a twenty year old that I have attended in my life. The first a young man in our church who drowned, and this young man, my son’s junior school friend, a victim of Epilepsy. But it’s made me think about losing a child and the pain of that.
In the story I’m writing about New Zealand’s pioneering days, a fiction story based on fact, the young couple have to face the death of two of their children. This part is fact and must have been true of many of those early pioneers. But Christians do not live without hope. With pain yes, but never without hope.
A friend of mine who lost her husband to cancer has written a most wonderful and moving book called ‘Lucy Rainbow’ a journey of hope. Rain can at times almost blind our view but if we wait long enough eventually we might spot the rainbow breaking through the gloom.
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