Today, I read a story of a baby who died.
The mother wrote beautifully about her very difficult experience. Every word felt like observing a polished pearl.
Then there are the stories of babies…children…who did not die. In just the nick of time, medication was administered, an accident was prevented, a prayer was answered.
In just the nick of time.
Where was the answer for my child, you ask.
Why did God look away when I cried out to Him?
A quiet acceptance will come to those who trust in the Lord with all of their heart.
Do not depend on your own understanding.
Seek his will in all you do.
He will show you which path to take.
In the end, we will all arrive at our destination. It feels so far away, but it isn’t.
Your baby…your child…is with our Heavenly Father.
Keep this in your mind always.
One day you will see your baby again.
Let not your heart be troubled. Believe in God.