Not Alone

There is a family from my church that I do not know well. I taught their daughter when she was one. They always came to the door with a smile and with only kind things to say. Just mere observation says that they are a very loving family that loves Jesus very much. Today she commented on my blog sharing that she, too, has lost a baby. I read through some of her posts and came across this:

I am so thankful for our baby. So thankful that the Lord gave him/her to us, if only for a short time. I'm thankful for the nurse who helped me make the decision to hold and look at my tiny little baby bundled up in what looked like a huge receiving blanket. I wish I would've gazed longer and held on tighter. I'm thankful for the pain that brought me closer to my Father and my husband and my Maggie. We've been changed. I'm not sure the pain will go away. I'm not sure I want it to. It is a reminder to me that God is in control. A reminder that what I too often think of as my children, are really never mine in the first place. They're his. We're entrusted with their precious lives for as long as He sees fit. I am reminded today of the weighty task we have to bring Maggie up in the training and instruction of the Lord (Eph. 6:4). Her life, no matter how long it will last is for one purpose only, to glorify the Lord. My life is for that same purpose. So is yours.

Thank you, Julia, for sharing your heart. God has used you to touch the lives of others - and to touch my life today.