But,
the little boy died and after 3 days they buried him. Devastated, how can this be a miracle? This is not what Jesus wanted for their little boy... WHY??
You feel your heart ache for the family, they are so lonely for his laugh, his soft skin, the smell of his hair against their face as they carried him. And you don't know this family... yet hearing them speak you realize they are apart of who you are, they need you to get through and you need them to see we get through it together... and as you are busy helping each other, praying and holding on to one another for all we have with in us... His answer comes softly with a song and HE opens up the dance floor of Heaven. Their eyes follow Him up above in the sky. It is as if a light house has cast it's image across the Heavens.
They glimpse the realms of Glory that their little boy is in. They bask in the time they have been given. Yes, they are still lonely for him, still aching inside for their earthly loss... but,
How can you not be happy for the little guy?
Healed of his illness?
Dancing.
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