Monday, 1 March 2010

The Valley of Weeping

Yesterday my husband, sons and I took the day to remember our beautiful Uzziah who is no longer with us. We had been to the beach the day before to collect some large, smooth stones to write a few messages on and lay at his grave. The boys all had their own messages and they picked their stones to have them written on.
Once we had finished writing our messages we headed down to the grave. When we arrived we saw a beautiful, single, yellow tulip, which we had not put there. Someone touched our lives with this gesture. We will probably never know who it was, maybe someone just visiting the children's graves and felt that Uzziahs was bare, maybe a friend who wanted to show they cared, either way, our hearts were touched.

We then proceeded to lay our little message stones on the grave.

Our beautiful little boy never took his first breath, but was called to Glory instead. We all still miss him dearly and the 'would have beens'. Grief is a painful, slow & tiring valley. A real valley of weeping. Yesterday morning before we went to the grave I read this and was encouraged by it.

Happy are those who are strong in the Lord, who set their minds on a pilgrimage to Jerusalem. When they walk through the valley of weeping it will become a place of refreshing springs, where pools of blessing collect after the rains! They will continue to grow stronger, and each of them will appear before God in Jerusalem.
Psalm 84 v 5-7


  1. We are continuing to pray for your family Tamsyn. I look forward to meeting Uzziah someday and worshipping our Saviour together.

  2. Thank you for sharing your heart! Your friendship through this valley of tears has meant SO much. Love you, xx J