Yesterday, after the 8pm service, a lady approached me and asked:

“What should we call a child who lost his parents?”

I replied:

“Orphan”.

“What should we call a woman whose husband died?”

“Widow”.

“What should we call a woman whose husband left her?”

“Abandoned”.

“What should we call a MOTHER who lost her child?”

……………………. (I couldn’t find a name).

She said:

“There is no name”.

This is very strong, I thought.

There is no name that can be given to the pain of a mother or father who loses a child.

“For these things I weep; my eye, my eye overflows with water; because the comforter, who should restore my life, is far from me. My children are desolate because the enemy prevailed,” Lamentations 1.16