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I remember going with my mom and my aunt to the foster home to meet Payton for the first time. He was two, I think, which means I must have been nine or ten. He was the cutest little boy. I remember even then feeling honored to be one of the first to meet him and welcome him into our family. Over the years, watching him grow up, he had a loving and sweet spirit about him. I didn't know him as well in the last couple of years but each time I would see him over the holidays he always, always had a big hug for me.
I am heartbroken that he's gone. Heartbroken that his life has ended so young, heartbroken that our family has to process the loss of another cousin when Jaten's death still feels so fresh. But I do not grieve without hope. I'm reminded, again, that this world is not my home, and reminded again to long for our Savior's return.
1 Thessalonians 4:13-18 "But we do not want you to be uninformed, brothers, about those who are asleep, that you may not grieve as others do who have no hope. For since we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so, through Jesus, God will bring with him those who have fallen asleep. For this we declare to you by a word from the Lord, that we who are alive, who are left until the coming of the Lord, will not precede those who have fallen asleep. For the Lord himself will descend from heaven with a cry of command, with the voice of an archangel, and with the sound of the trumpet of God. And the dead in Christ will rise first. Then we who are alive, who are left, will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air, and so we will always be with the Lord. Therefore encourage one another with these words."