Monday morning our sweet neighbors lost their baby. Baby number 5, with four little ones at home, waiting to meet their new brother. 39 weeks pregnant and baby kicking and happy the day before.
It has utterly gutted me. The mama in me. The five babies through me. The unspeakable pain of mom and dad. Brothers and sister. The tears of grandma and grandpa and aunties when we dropped dinner. The way they will now live separated from their son and brother until heaven.
I can't even. I have cried more the past two days than I've cried all year.
As I was texting with mama in the hospital last night, I was pouring through my worn copy of McKelveys' Every Moment Holy on Death, Grief and Hope.
His purposes are good.
His mercies are enduring.
His promises are true.
Don't know what you're going through this week. Getting into school and babies moved to college or husband out of town on business or aging parents struggling hard with health issues...seasons too full for sitting at His feet or newly divorced and upside-down, painful challenges with children or losses too deep for words...
His purposes are good. His mercies are enduring. His promises are true.
And when it doesn't seem like it...our seems are wrong.
Trust: His purposes are good.
Search: His mercies are enduring.
Stand : His promises are true.
I needed that.
Pray for your people.
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