Ordinary items, everyday trinkets, dollar store finds. Many of us can find a use for such things. Perhaps the larger than life eyes on a tiny stuffed animal can bring a bright smile to the face of a small child. Toy cars and trucks have entertained children for hours and offered respite for many a parent in a pinch. However, the magic comes when meaning is added to the items.

How do you help a little boy understand the abstract, deal with the heartache of loss, and comprehend the finality of death? How does a mother walk her son through the realities of life while balancing her desire to allow him to hold on to the innocence of childhood? A mother’s yearning to protect and yet empower her young, to permit the flow of grief so that healing can follow, is something not easily accomplished.

Fortunately we do not have to tackle these challenges alone.  It may be that looking around there appears to be no one to turn to; but when looking up there is always sanctuary and strength from which to draw.

The ordinary items shown above were symbols of grace, hope, and simple sibling love.  When his older brother died, my youngest started a tradition of giving his brother a “hug” by sharing what little he had.  Words for the sentiment were out of reach but in his hand he held a favorite truck.  One by one with each visit to Steven’s grave site the trinkets mounted, the grief lessened, fear became acceptance but most importantly, his faith grew.