"Out of the Mouth of Babes..."

Dear Readers,
I'm sure many of you have experienced a "grief attack" when you least expect it, right?
So did a widow friend, Susan, in Oklahoma. It happened to her yesterday and she posted it on Facebook. I was so amazed at what else happened to her that I asked her if I could copy it here for you today. She was happy to agree.
Here's what she wrote:

July 10, 2016 · Oklahoma City, OK

My husband has been gone now 16 months and I still have those moments where a memory and grief just knock the breath out of me.

This morning my 6-year-old son and I went to this little diner after church where my husband and I would go when I was pregnant. And, just in an instant I remembered that booth, that morning, with him laughing so hard because my belly was so big. The water works just started pouring. I told my son something had gotten in my eye. We had to go. I could not breathe.
 

Yellow butterflies are kind of our thing. We believe that those are sent from daddy. And, I'm not lying---walked out of the restaurant and one flew right into my face. Never in my life have I been hit by a butterfly. At that moment I could hear him telling me to get myself together.

 

Then, my son turns to me and says, "Mom, don't lie because you miss dad. It's OK to cry. God's promise to us is that we will see him in the future." My 6 year old!!!

 

That was a gift from my husband, and our incredible God! Sorry so long... I just had to share that story! ❤️😇

 

Isn't that amazing???!!! I was reminded of the phrase "out of the mouth of babes..." from the King James Bible. So I looked it up and copied it here for you in the New International Version. God is watching out for you, Susan, and all widows! He's established a stronghold against your enemies with the faith and praise of children and we can trust Him today!

♥ ferree

  Psalm 8:2 New International Version (NIV)

 Through the praise of children and infants
    you have established a stronghold against your enemies,
    to silence the foe and the avenger.