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The horror that the Graves family is going through seems to have struck at a deep, primordial terror that is housed inside the hearts of all parents. To watch their baby, a picture of the purest of innocence, stand before a rugged, gnarly, monstrous alligator- seems to blend this innocence with pure horror. The two should never exist side by side.
The rememberings, would seem to me, to haunt and terrorize their inner beings. I can't say I know what they are going through, I can't say I understand the why of this little innocent being taken. I do know that God is still with them, closer than they could ever know. I know that Lance is now playing and splashing in eternity next to his Savior....and though, for the right now, that is not enough....the fact that he is, indeed, safe rests easy in my heart.
I pray for the Graves family today, that they would know peace again. That they would feel the very heart of God bending down to listen to them as they cry out and mourn. I pray that they find peace in knowing that Lance is just on the other side of a thin curtain right now, alive and well and living forever. I pray that they know that we never have to say goodbye, that in the eternal relocation to heaven, we get to look forward to our own homecoming and reunion with those that have voyaged before us.
Lord, I pray that You would hold this family close and let them know, somehow, that Lance is alive and well and that his laughter now rings through heaven.
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