🌿 Today’s Devotional: “The Stories That Keep My Son’s Love Alive”

“The Stories That Keep My Son’s Love Alive”

“A good man leaveth an inheritance to his children’s children…”— Proverbs 13:22 (KJV)

Some days are meant for quiet reflection. Today is one of those days.

I’ve learned that love doesn’t end when a life does. Love continues in the memories we hold, the stories we tell, and the words we choose to write down. Writing memories isn’t living in the past—it’s preserving love. It’s leaving something behind that cannot be taken away.

My son lived. He mattered. And his life deserves to be remembered.

He was born on June 10, 1996. He was taken from this world on October 12, 2019. He was just 23 years old when his life was stolen.

He was funny, smart, fearless, and had a heart of gold. Even as a little boy, he had absolutely no fear—something that still makes me smile and shake my head at the same time.

One memory I will always cherish happened when he was just three years old. I came home from work and found him standing on the roof of our big Victorian-style home, waving at me and yelling, “Hey Mommy!” It scared me to death. I ran up the steps two at a time, my heart racing. He was fine—but my heart took a long time to recover. I fired the babysitter that day, because clearly my children weren’t being watched.

That moment still lives in me.

He grew into a gifted artist and musician. His creativity flowed from his soul, and his spirit filled every space he entered. Oh, how I miss him. There are days the ache feels heavy—but the love never leaves.

My son’s memory will not be forgotten as long as I am alive.

That is why I write. That is why I remember. That is why I share these stories.

One day, when I am gone, I want my loved ones to know who he was—to hear his laughter, feel his courage, and understand the depth of the love we shared. These stories are the inheritance I leave behind. Love written down. Love remembered. Love carried forward.

God sees every tear, every memory, and every word written in love. And I trust Him to hold my son, my heart, and my story—now and forever.

Let Their Love Live On

Today, I want to gently encourage you to do something sacred—write your memories down.

You don’t have to be a writer. You don’t need perfect words. You only need a willing heart.

Write the stories that make you smile. Write the moments that still bring tears. Write the little things others may never know—the laugh, the habits, the silly moments, the love that filled ordinary days.

These memories matter.

When we write them down, we are doing more than remembering—we are preserving love. We are creating a living legacy so that when we are gone, the people we love are not lost to time or silence.

Your loved one’s life mattered. Their presence mattered. Their love still matters.

By writing their stories, you allow them to live on in the hearts of those who read, remember, and pass those memories forward. Love does not end when life does—it continues through the words we share and the stories we refuse to let fade.

One day, someone will read what you wrote and say, “Now I know who they were.”“ Now I understand how deeply they were loved.”

That is a gift only you can give.

So write for yourself. Write for your family. Write for future generations. Write because love deserves to be remembered.

And know this: God honors remembrance. He honors love. He honors every word written with a grieving yet faithful heart.

🤍 Closing Prayer

Lord, give us courage to remember and strength to write. Help us preserve the love we carry so that it may live on in the hearts of those who come after us. Bless every story, every memory, and every tear written in love. Remind us that nothing done in love is ever forgotten. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

Sarah M Skaggs