I know hearing that makes people uncomfortable, but hear me out.
I remember it like it happened this morning and not over a decade ago. I had fallen asleep on the waiting room couch, and my dad crouched down in front of my around 6 a.m. to tell me it was all over. We loaded up and headed home, and my 11-year-old mind didn't quite register all that had happened in the last month. When we got home, Mom and I climbed into her king sized bed and slept for a few hours; it was probably the first time she'd slept in days.
It's weird to think back on it now because it plays out like a slow motion movie in my mind. I see the characters move, and I remember wondering if my mom might shatter like a porcelain doll.
But she didn't. None of us did. The days ahead were hard, but we made it. And I'll tell you why: God's plan for Adam's life came to perfect completion that day in 1999. It's not what any of us would have chosen, but 11 years later I can see how God has been glorified time and again through Adam's life and it's impact on all of us. Our testimonies, our daily walks, our desperate need for a God that heals broken hearts.
I've seen people deal with death in different ways. Some mourn for years and even decades. Some memorialize the dead through shrines and physical reminders of the life that once was. Some self-destruct in a pit of despair. But I'm not mourning for Adam today, and I'm fighting my selfish urge to pity myself and my family. Instead, I'm celebrating. I'm celebrating a God that is wise and loving and perfect, a God who is glorified... who will be glorified... in all situations and under all circumstances. I bless him name for the 14 years Adam spent on this Earth and for the eternity that he has already begun with his Jesus.
Beautifully put, Leslo.
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