About three years ago, one of the first grade teacher's boys, Carson, was diagnosed with cancer. He was thirteen or fourteen at the time and, to our kids, bigger than life.
This morning, in the words of his precious and valliant mom, "He finished his battle with cancer and has gone home to rest."
All the kids have prayed for him for years but Graham has had an especially tender heart towards this child. We haven't eaten a meal or said bedtime prayers without hearing his name come out of our youngest son. He never personally met Carson but he noticed everything about him from the way he joked and laughed with his big ol' friends on the varsity football team, to how he spoke about Jesus and sports all mixed together when given the opportunity to address the students. Every bit of the life that he saw sent a message to Graham. Of all our kids, he will have the hardest time understanding his death.
Although I didn't know Carson well, I'm so thankful for his life; for the example he was in the midst of suffering, for teaching Graham and so many others his favorite verse and what it looks like to live it out.
Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be terrified, do not be discouraged, for the LORD your God will be with you wherever your go...