Another little baby gone. Why do I sit here, with my heart in my hands, and so close to tears.....
It wasn't my child. I didn't spend the last six months with him, waiting for results, shedding tears, and going home empty-handed each night while a nurse takes over watching him breathe as she takes notes.
But I'm sure his mother did.
And I'm sure her heart is broken. I'm sure she's somewhere crying in a quiet room, wishing with her whole devastated heart that her son were in her arms.
But he's not.
He's in Someone else's arms. Someone with a greater plan, and a greater love, than we can imagine. And I cling to that. I desperately cling to that knowledge.
I don't know why this affects me so much- It's frustrating, irritating, and sad. People walk by me, they go to work, they laugh. And here I am, thinking of this family, and of this precious little baby boy. Part of me wants to stop the clock, as if a moment of silence should be heard... for this little baby who is gone.
But that isn't real life. That doesn't happen.
What does happen, is a day will go by, a week, a month, and eventually years. And little by little, hearts will mend. The best they can, anyway.
It's just the beginning for this little guy. We can't begin to imagine the beautiful things he is seeing right now. His body relieved of pain and anguish, his tears now swallowed up by a pure love of God. It can't get more beautiful than that, can it?
You can't tell his mother it'll be okay. Not right now. Because it's not.
But in time, one day, it will be.
And that day will be amazing.
It wasn't my child. I didn't spend the last six months with him, waiting for results, shedding tears, and going home empty-handed each night while a nurse takes over watching him breathe as she takes notes.
But I'm sure his mother did.
And I'm sure her heart is broken. I'm sure she's somewhere crying in a quiet room, wishing with her whole devastated heart that her son were in her arms.
But he's not.
He's in Someone else's arms. Someone with a greater plan, and a greater love, than we can imagine. And I cling to that. I desperately cling to that knowledge.
I don't know why this affects me so much- It's frustrating, irritating, and sad. People walk by me, they go to work, they laugh. And here I am, thinking of this family, and of this precious little baby boy. Part of me wants to stop the clock, as if a moment of silence should be heard... for this little baby who is gone.
But that isn't real life. That doesn't happen.
What does happen, is a day will go by, a week, a month, and eventually years. And little by little, hearts will mend. The best they can, anyway.
It's just the beginning for this little guy. We can't begin to imagine the beautiful things he is seeing right now. His body relieved of pain and anguish, his tears now swallowed up by a pure love of God. It can't get more beautiful than that, can it?
You can't tell his mother it'll be okay. Not right now. Because it's not.
But in time, one day, it will be.
And that day will be amazing.
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