Last night as I was huddled on the kitchen floor in the midst of tears, I looked desperately at Rick in the eyes and asked him if he truly believed that heaven was real and that Cameron was there with God.
I knew what his answer would be, of course, but for some reason I just desperately needed to hear it from him at that moment. I desperately needed some verbal reassurance even though it was something I already knew and trusted in my heart.
Knowing that Cameron is in his heavenly dwelling with God our maker is what makes the pain of our separation possible to bear.
To know that even though I am suffering so, he is in a glorious place of blessedness. A place where he will not suffer nor sin, where no harm can nome to him, where he will know no sadness because he is with the Lord.
I know that Cameron is far better off there than here, even though I desperately long for him to be here…
“For we know that if the tent, which is our earthly home, is destroyed, we have a building from God, a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens. For in this tent we groan, longing to put on our heavenly dwelling… For while we are still in this tent, we grown, being burdened – not that we would be unclothed, but that we would be further clothed, so that what is mortal may be swallowed up by life.” (2 Corinthians 5:1-5)