And we are heartbroken.
For an entire week we waffled between delighted disbelief, giggles, and glad anticipation of what the weeks and months to come held in store as we awaited the day we would get to meet our baby. For an entire week we felt the joy and experienced the wonderment that comes with the promise of life growing. To some, a week may seem too little time to fall in love, but it's more time than we ever needed to fall in love with our sweet baby.
And now we have a lifetime to know that our first baby is a glory baby being held in the arms of Jesus. Oh, how I wish I could have held our baby first, but my heart is at rest to know that my baby is with the One who gives life. And takes life.
This was indeed a change of plans for us, but we rest in the hope and promises of God as we look to the future. We take Him at His word that He works for the good of those who love Him. We believe His ways are better than ours.
And so I grieve with hope and the joy of knowing that for a brief time I was someone's mom; this, I know, can never be taken away.
He gives. He takes away. And we will praise Him no matter the circumstance.
"But as for me, I will always have hope; I will praise YOU more and more." Psalm 71:14