Charles Lynwood White
February 15, 2015 – February 21, 2018
On February 21, 2018, our wonderful Charles, newly 3 years old, fell asleep for his afternoon nap and woke up in the arms of Jesus. Always happy and excited for life, with a ready smile on his face and a playful, growling “I’m Batman” on his lips, Charlie brought instant and lasting joy to our family and into the lives of all he touched. He was a beautiful and incredible child; he never complained or protested, but happily bounced through each day with a quiet sense of wonder and adventure. He loved music and dancing, “good guys,” cars, dinosaurs, and playing with his family.
We have been brought to unspeakable depths by this crushing providence from the hand of God…we do not understand His reasons, and we have no explanation, but through our tears we affirm His goodness and greatness, acknowledging that He does all things well and with a heart of unmeasurable love and kindness. Walking simultaneously in pain beyond description and hope beyond destruction, we say with Job, “Though He slay me, I will hope in Him; yet I will argue my ways to His face” (Job 13:15). There are moments of arguing and despair that are unimaginable; however, we shout in the darkness the truth that God is sovereign, holy, and good. We believe that we “shall look upon the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living” (Ps. 27:13), and we have hope, because God offered His Son, Jesus Christ, as a sacrifice, so that we could one day hold our son again. Death is a nearly unbearable intermission, but it does not have the final word for those of us who live eternally through Jesus Christ.
Charles Lynwood White is survived by his little brother Garrison, and his three older sisters: Betsie, Briana, and Samantha, who loved him dearly and fully; his parents, Eric and Rachel White, and his grandparents, David and Judi White, and Chris and Kim Mouring. He is also survived by great-grandparents Martin and Shirley Starr, John and Betsy Mouring, and Mary and Wayne Johnson, and a great-great grandmother, Alene Byrd. Many aunts, uncles, and cousins survive him as well. We, along with everyone who met him, mourn his loss deeply.
Three years on earth seems a cruelly short time, but honestly, no number of years could ever be enough time to finish loving him. Therefore, we hang our hearts on the promise of God that unlimited time awaits us in Heaven, and we look forward to a joyful reunion beyond anything we could imagine experiencing here.
“So we do not lose heart. Though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day. For this light momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison, as we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal” (2 Corinthians 4:16-18).