it's not MINE, it's not OURs, It's Gods.

My boys tend to fight over just about anything. I have been told it comes inherently and basically continues until they die. Yesterday as I was on the way to our church to set up for the Wake of a 10 year old boy we passed the gym where I work out. The boys have come with me several times and had a great time at the child care facility. Micah, as he always does yells out “There's my gym!!” Isaac huffs and wisely informs Micah, “That's not YOUR gym it's OUR gym!” The fighting goes on for a minute and just as I am about to intercede Isaac calmly replies, “Micah it's not your gym and it's not my gym it's God's gym.” This always makes me chuckle. They will do this for the train stop that Ben uses to the grocery store we shop at. They will fight until Isaac reminds us all that it is God's (fill in the blank). They say out of the mouth of Babes...... I share this experience because of the emotions that are filling my heart right now. I know that I don't usually blog about something so somber but I feel the need to share my feelings. I attended the funeral for this young boy today who battled with cancer for four years. I have watched from a distance as this beautiful family went through so much pain. I can imagine but not fully understand the agony of losing a child. I understand the love a parent has for their child. My boys are what make this world all that is wonderful for me. The one thing that utterly amazes me about this family is that their faith in God has never wavered. I don't know if I could be that strong, though I hope I would be. They have completely put their trust in God, without proof and without expectations. And here in lives the root of my faith in the Church that I belong. I have had several people question why I believe in the church that I attend. In the end it comes down to the promise given through Christ's atonement. That we as family and loved ones will be able to live together after this mortal life. It was stated several times during the funeral services that the family knew this was not the last time they would be with him. That he was waiting for them in heaven. I guess in the end I choose not to live in a world with no purpose. The hope of living with my family after death, that the things we do in this life mean something, is something worth believing in. Christ paved the way and for that I can never repay, but with my humble faith and obedience to him.