In the movie, Colton speaks of meeting his sister - the baby who died in his Mommy's tummy - they didn't name her because they didn't know if they were having a boy or a girl. He speaks of meeting his great-grandfather, only he was young, and not wearing the glasses of his old age.
My thoughts went to the mothers who have lost a baby to miscarriage or stillbirth and to the possibility that they will see those babies when their time on Earth is done.
I've often wondered if when my time is through will I see my loved ones again. Will I see the face of my father who died when I was so young? I often tell my children that their father and great-grandfather had a hand in picking their little souls for me to watch over. And when they are being particularly ornery, that my father and grandfather are sitting with God and having a big ol' laugh.
A woman in the movie who lost her son in the war speaks of a broken part she carries with her. She can't understand why God would take her son yet return Colton to his parents.
I understand that broken part, I've carried it for 41 years. For years, I raged at God for taking my father. I couldn't understand and still don't. Even though my husband tells me it's not my place to understand. And although I have made my peace with God, I still carry that part, the lost birthdays together, not being there when I graduated high school, not being there to give me away when I married. Not being there when his grandchildren were born and getting to hold them for the first time.
I often struggle with my faith. In those times when I am struggling most, God speaks to me. Through something I read, or hear; through the sight of a dragonfly, or the shape of a cloud; through the words of a friend or my children, or even through a movie.
I know He is here, with me always. I just have to reach out....
As I'm sitting on my front porch writing this and watching my children play, I look up to see my front yard full of dragonflies.