A Guilty Mom, a Gracious God, and the Road Home

Thursday, February 5th
A Guilty Mom, A Gracious God, and the Road Home
By: Sheila Sonon

Death itself does not frighten me—it’s everything I can’t control about it. The when. The how. The where.

I remind myself I’m not meant to know those details. Heaven isn’t something I can search on Zillow or plug into Google Maps. Yet I know the way there. Scripture traces the path from Genesis to Revelation, and every road leads straight to Jesus.

That’s why Paul’s words in 1 Corinthians 15:55 hit so deeply: “Death, where is your sting?” The sting of death is gone because Jesus removed it. He didn’t just talk about eternal life—He proved it by walking out of the grave. His victory is the only reason I don’t have to live in fear of my final breath.

Here’s the part that stops me in my tracks: my children don’t yet know Him. I wish I had given them a stronger foundation from the start. They are incredible—kind, smart, loving—but without Jesus, the sting of death still hangs over them, and that reality weighs heavily on my heart.

More than anything, I want them to understand this: if my life ended tomorrow, I would see them again—but only through Christ.
 
I’m their mom, not their Savior. God loves them even more than I do, and He is already working in ways I can’t see—softening what I got wrong, redeeming what I missed, and guiding their hearts toward Him in His perfect timing.

So I keep learning, growing, praying, and trusting. Not perfectly, but sincerely. Because the God who took the sting out of death is the same God who can take my regrets and turn them into redemption—for me, and for my children.