A Message for Sampson
I sat in the church with my family; little notecard and pencil on my lap. The "assignment" was to write something for baby Sampson that would then be attached to a balloon and released heavenward. And I didn't know what to write.
The rest of my family had no intentions of even trying. None of them had even picked up the paper and pencil. But I am a writer. I love to write! Give me an excuse.
The task should have been easy enough. Plenty of nonwriters had already done it. Was I overthinking? But here was my dilemma - the juxtaposition of feelings. In front of me stood a couple who were grieving the unfathomable loss of their baby boy who had lived for only an hour and a half. Indeed, this was a very dark day in their life.
Samson, he was already in glory. Deep down, I envied him. He would never be in the grievous position his parents now found themselves. In fact, he would never even know the brief pain of a skinned knee! Besides that, any joys that this earth could offer are so insignificant to the continual bliss of heaven. With that, pencil in hand, I wrote my message - Happy Forever, Sampson.
The rest of my family had no intentions of even trying. None of them had even picked up the paper and pencil. But I am a writer. I love to write! Give me an excuse.
The task should have been easy enough. Plenty of nonwriters had already done it. Was I overthinking? But here was my dilemma - the juxtaposition of feelings. In front of me stood a couple who were grieving the unfathomable loss of their baby boy who had lived for only an hour and a half. Indeed, this was a very dark day in their life.
Samson, he was already in glory. Deep down, I envied him. He would never be in the grievous position his parents now found themselves. In fact, he would never even know the brief pain of a skinned knee! Besides that, any joys that this earth could offer are so insignificant to the continual bliss of heaven. With that, pencil in hand, I wrote my message - Happy Forever, Sampson.
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