Recently while on my way to work, I noticed a new memorial cross on the side of the road. It was where someone’s loved one had died from a car accident. I remember the aftermath of that one. I remember most of them.
I notice them because almost every day for the last five and a half years, I’ve driven by the place where my daughter Julie wrecked. Not by choice, but because it’s not far from my house and to get anywhere, I have to go that way.
Not long after Julie’s death, my son built a beautiful wooden cross and placed it where his sister wrecked. It stayed there for a long while. It was a precious gift of love in her memory.
So when I passed by that new memorial crosses I mentioned earlier, I had a thought. Whenever I come upon one of those memorials, what if I leave one of my devotion books for the family of the loved ones? I have plenty of books. I could leave one as a gift. It’s not much, but it’s something I can do.
I think I’ll put a stash of them in my car, along with some zip top plastic bags so the books don’t get wet in the rain. Maybe the gesture will give the family another memory to hold onto when they pass by the place where their loved one died.
Maybe instead of the claws of grief, they will feel the warm rays of hope.
Maybe the book will remind them that their Heavenly Father knows how much they are hurting, and that He wants to comfort them. Maybe it will help them heal, knowing they are not alone. Maybe, they will receive the love the Lord Jesus wants to give them.
Maybe they will feel the Lord’s strong arms upholding them like He has done for me all these years. Maybe, just maybe, they will get to see a glimpse of how beautiful their loved one is now, in the presence of the King of Kings. And maybe that will turn their mourning into joy.
I hope so. I most definitely hope so.