A Little Life Remembered
For you formed my inward parts;
you knitted me together in my
mother's womb.
I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Wonderful are your works;
my soul knows it very well.
My frame was not hidden from you,
My frame was not hidden from you,
when I was being made in secret,
intricately woven in the
depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed substance;
in your book were written, every one of them,
the days that were formed for me,
when as yet there was none of
them.
Today, Jennifer and I remember the small life we lost this
time last year. You know what? Miscarriages suck. We didn’t have long to become connected to
our second child, but we loved him or her, and don’t want to forget them. That’s the scary part… We don’t want to
forget. Even though God saw fit for this
little one to only be part of our life for a few months, and though they never
experienced the light of day, they are a part of our story and are a life to be
celebrated.
“I know the
plans I have for you” declares the Lord. For some reason, I am sure we will not
understand this side of heaven; the Lord chose this plan for our second. In this, we trust we’ll meet them someday.
You are loved baby.
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