Call on That Love

This isn't the post I had scheduled for today when I filled out my blogging calendar. But two weeks ago, I didn't expect to attend a funeral for an 18-year-old-child.

The most important thing I can share with you today, is this:

I just returned home from a funeral service for a child who passed away Saturday night. He graduated with my son from high school less than two weeks ago. The details of his passing aren't mine to share, but the reason for this post is the service that was held for him.

It truly was that: a service. The church was filled, upper and lower levels, for a bright and always smiling child. He was a gorgeous child, and had his mother's blue eyes and his father's easy laugh.

 I need to share the beautiful words spoken tonight by the priest, because I know, there is someone who one day may need to hear them:

"Never doubt your worth. The thoughts that tell you that you don't matter aren't true. Call someone, reach out to someone, when the darkness becomes too much, when the burden becomes too heavy to carry alone, when what you hear yourself saying becomes dangerous, reach out. No one is alone. The thoughts tell us we are, but they're wrong. Because there isn't a person who is here tonight who would not jump at the chance to help who we've lost. Feel the love in this room for him right now, that love isn't just here overnight, suddenly because of his passing. This love for him was always here. It's always been here. That love is here for us too. Believe in that love. Call on that love."
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Rest in peace, sweet child. We love you so.

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