C. S. Lewis wrote in the Four Loves, “To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.” But truly is love worth the heartbreak? Ask that of a widow standing beside her beloved’s grave. Or ask that of a mother whose child died in her arms like the Shunammite woman.
The child that God gave her, the one Elisha told her would be hers suddenly was brought to her from the fields with a severe headache. Was it a heat stroke? Or did a blood vessel burst in his head? We do not know. What we are told is that he died in her arms. She had not asked God for a child or perhaps she had already made peace with God regarding her barrenness. We heard her plea not to play with her heart in 2 Kings 4:16 and again she reminds him of this verse 28. But now she had known the love of child. She had cherished him and felt the joys of motherhood only to now feel the pain, the heartbreak of loss. She ran to Elisha to hear from God concerning her heartbreak.