November 12th marks another heavenly birthday for my precious daughter, Dawn. When I think of her, I smile through my tears at the memory of her warm, sunny smile that would brighten the cloudiest day. At eight years old Dawn brought endless joy to her family and friends alike. I miss her beyond measure, but take great comfort in knowing that one day I will again hold her hand in mine.
In John 11, Jesus told Lazarus’ sister Martha, “Your brother will rise again.” And then He gave us words to live by when He said to Martha,
“I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in me will live, even though they die; and whoever lives by believing in me will never die. Do you believe this?” John 11:25-26
I love Christ’s tenderness in relating to Martha’s grief and the hope of forever that He gives us. I’d like to share a poem with you today in memory of my beloved daughter, Dawn, which reflects that hope of forever.
Birthdays are a time for celebration Not a time for tears. But what happens when the birthdays No longer mark the years?
A birthday marks the moment A child enters earthly life To share its special love and joy And learn to rise above earthly strife.
The sadness we now feel On such a happy day Is longing for our child’s touch. It’s natural to feel this way.
For even though the birthdays No longer mark a child’s stay Love continues on forever To touch us every day.
I hug my precious memories Closer to my heart And honor my beloved child Whom I loved from the start.
Adapted from a poem by Lynnette Titus written in memory of her son, Ryan.