What a beautiful concept — a day set aside to remember the precious little lives lost, and the women everywhere who are grieving for them.
To all the women who have experienced the agony of losing your child, or multiple children — whether it be at 4 weeks, 12 weeks, 20-something weeks, or maybe even tragically after you brought your sweet baby home — as you remember your child today, know that you are not alone… and know that there is hope.
Your child never had to experience pain, grief, or suffering. He/she has never shed a tear. All your child knows is the exceeding joy and exquisite beauty of heaven.
I hope you are experiencing God’s perfect love in the midst of your suffering. Allow Him to cover and consume you with His love. We — and every single one of our children — are so incredibly special to Him, in a way that we can’t fully comprehend.
He is right there with us when we grieve, and when we feel joy. He is for us. He’ll never abandon us… all we need to do is call out to Him. And He has a purpose to bring good out of everything. Even the worst things. He gave our child life — and has a purpose for that life, however short.
I love you, William. You would’ve been here with us in just 3 weeks; it’s hard to believe it’s almost that time. But I know that God had a purpose for your short life, and it wasn’t to be here with us. We miss you so very much, and more than anything we wanted to meet you now, but we know His plan is greater. One day we will get to meet you. Until then, I cannot wait to see your sweet face and hold you in my arms.
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,
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.