a former co-worker of mine, kathryn, is needing prayer. this weekend she lost 2 of her sweet babies. she was pregnant with triplets, identicial girls & a little boy. she went into labor at almost 24 weeks. their little boy, jackson, is fighting to live on. will you join me in prayer for this family?
i don't understand why these things happen. like you, i ask the questions & come up short of answers. i do know God is greater than the pain. He is greater than our loss. and somehow in all of it, He is enough.
one of my favorite blogs is of a family who recently lost a child. there is something so raw & beautiful about watching someone wade through grief & get to the other side- hope.
read the beginning of their story if you get the chance. then, you must read this entry, the past & the pitcher.
i fear this kind of suffering. the kind where i would be daily challenged to walk in what i know to be true. what abandonment it takes to ask God to do what He wills with our lives, with our children's lives. the question is not whether or not we/they will suffer, but when. and when we do, how shall we respond? may it be with faith in the One who is always good & does good.
in light of kathryn's loss a friend reminded me of the song held, by natalie grant. it is the first song in my playlist today.
HELD
Two months is too little.
They let him go.
They had no sudden healing.
To think that providence would
Take a child from his mother while she prays
Is appalling.
Who told us we'd be rescued?
What has changed and why should we be saved from nightmares?
We're asking why this happens
To us who have died to live?
It's unfair.
Chorus:
This is what it means to be held.
How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive.
This is what it is to be loved.
And to know that the promise was
When everything fell we'd be held.
This hand is bitterness.
We want to taste it, let the hatred know our sorrow.
The wise hands opens slowly to lilies of the valley and tomorrow.
(Chorus)
This is what it means to be held.
How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive.
This is what it is to be loved.
And to know that the promise was
When everything fell we'd be held.
If hope is born of suffering.
If this is only the beginning.
Can we not wait for one hour watching for our Savior?
(Chorus)
This is what it means to be held.
How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive.
This is what it is to be loved.
And to know that the promise was
When everything fell we'd be held.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
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I will definitely be joining you in prayer for your friend & her family. My heart goes out to her. I follow Angie's blog as well and I find so much encouragement in how to follow God and how to have a stronger faith in Him.
ReplyDeleteI would be happy to pray for your friend and her baby.
ReplyDeleteI, too, have been keeping up with the story of Audrey Caroline, and her story has led me to tears and worship a number of times. I am so thankful for how open her family has been about her loss. Thank you for posting it, too.
Your post is so beautiful, heartfelt and honoring of those two precious girls being held in the arms of Jesus right now. We are pouring over Jackson in prayer.
ReplyDeleteI follow Angies blog everyday, every post is filled with the spirit, so encouraging and inspiring everyday. I look forward to my cup of coffee and break in the morning to log onto her shared lesson of the day. I am so blessed and honored to share in her journey.