Here’s a little blog trivia for you: you hardly ever read a post on the day I actually write it. I write almost all of my posts on Tuesday mornings at Starbucks, while Stephen and Abby play at the house. I like to get a couple in a queue, which I can post at more or less even intervals throughout the week.
So my previous post, The Other Little Boy on My Mind This Christmas, had been written but not published, and it was weighing heavily on my mind last Thursday when I found this in my front yard:
It’s a poinsettia nestled up against the trunk of the tree we planted about a month ago in memory of Sam. And tucked into the leaves was a note:
Hadn’t I known that I would forget this? Isn’t that why I named him Samuel? And yet I did forget, and someone knew I needed to be reminded.
Jesus tells us that the church is His body, and He reached out to me last week through His people, even before I had told the world that I was struggling. I received several similar messages Thursday and Friday: “You and Sam popped into my mind this morning–We miss him and we love you!”
On Friday a friend gave me a shirt she had made for me, decorated with a picture of a tree and the verse I Samuel 2:21: “The boy Samuel grew in the presence of the Lord.”
What a reminder! God holds my baby Sam, and God is holding me and hearing each of my prayers. Jesus is Immanuel, indeed!