Out of the mouths of babes...

My 3 year old is nearing 4 years of age! His birthday is in June and he is getting so much wiser in his old age. Tonight he sang me a song that floored me...It goes like this:
What a mighty God we serve.
What a mighty God we serve.
Angels bow before Him.
Da na na adore Him. (He didn't remember this line too well)
What a mighty God we serve!
I can't say why this particular song has had such an impact on me other than the fact that I am struggling with the recent loss of my mother. I had previously written about how ill she was and on April 22, the Lord took her (at the young age of 57) to be with Him. Writing this seems so surreal. I am still picking up the phone to call her only to realize I can't. I am still laughing at jokes and thinking, I can't wait to tell mom that one. It just isn't real yet. People keep asking how I am and I in turn reply, I'm good. I keep saying that the Lord is sustaining me, and I assure you He is. BUT, when Toby sang this song to me in his innocent voice it hit me like a powerful sermon. We DO serve a MIGHTY God! The SAME God that healed the blind, that parted the sea, that walked on water, that brought Lazarus back to life...the very SAME God. I have read Isaiah 40 and Psalm 104 enough times to know we serve a BIG God. He holds the nations like a drop in a bucket. So WHY then is saying I am sad an understatement? I feel alone...like a part of me is missing. I guess it's all part of the mourning process and I hear how depressing I sound. I don't mean to put this out into the world to make everyone sad, or gain sympathy...honest. I just desire to deal with this, and quickly. Whatever can make this process more healthy or less painful...I want to try it. I've heard it said that writing things down is good for the heart, so hear it is. My mother was a WONDERFUL woman. She had a childlike mentality, and literally, wouldn't hurt a fly. She loved unconditionally and it was a good thing because I gave her heck when I was a teenager. She, along with my sister, have become my best friends and I knew her as well as I know myself. She knew me better than I know myself. She was a wonderful Nana! She loved Toby and desired to get to know Bear with all her heart. I thank God for allowing her to be present at his birth and now I thank God for giving her peace and healing her by taking her to be with Him. She is much happier and it DOES comfort me to know that if given the choice, she wouldn't choose to come back. She is healthy now in her beautiful heavenly body. And, I await the day I will meet her there. Until then, I am forever changed and forever humbled by this experience. People say to cherish your loved ones while you have them, and it goes in one ear and out the other. Well, I am getting busy cherishing.
God is still walking me through this season and I am learning. I am taking it all in and will be a better minister because of it. People in Africa deal with loss everyday. I feel so deeply for them and do not claim to relate to them. I can not wait, however, to minister to their innocent hearts stuck in a world wrought with despair.
Praise the Lord for hope in Him! Praise the Lord for 3 year old wisdom! Praise the Lord for life after death!