A Little Perspective

After the busy and a lkttle disappointing week I have been laying on my bed with my aches and pains wishing I could sleep for days pin end and current circumstances removed from my life.  The feeling of fatigue doesn't begin to cover what I believed my situation to be.  The last of my children fell asleep next to me and I picked up my phone to see what the rest of the people I know are up to with a quick review of Instagram.  I was interested to find a contact I previously didn't have.  I explored the array of photos and it brought a smile to my face at the sight of this beautiful family. 

As I scrolled back to the top I realized there was a link to a website for the family.  I realized there was a blog.  I was excited to read more about them.  Soon I realized that there was a series of posts on the recent birth of their daughter.  As I slowly lowered my finger to touch the screen of the first post I remembered this family I have gotten to know was suffering from the loss of this little girl that came to them for 2 short days.  I hesitated to read the account.  After a few moments I touched the screen and stayed the account. 

I expected a tale of agony and the pains of loss of such a young life.  I did not find such and account.  What I found was the most remarkable detail of love, sorrow, physical and emotional pain and joy and honesty.  My meager subscription doesn't capture the depth and power inthe series of posts.  I found not a story of loss, but a story of the pure love of Christ and the immediate and deep bond of love between a baby sent to parents from God.

As tears filed my eyes so much that wiping them away didn't make it easier to read.  The thought of many mind were changed.  Yes, there was loss, but that ours not what this was about.  I am amazed by this family.  intimidated alittle but too.  My perspective on life and parenting has changed.  This mother wrote that her job was not to feed and take care of her.  It was to cuddle and hold her.  I immediate thought of all the paintings of Jesus holding children.  I thought of books that I have read on parenting.  All speak of nurturing and providing care and what to do in situations.  But none covered this.  I read as this family somehow pushed through fatigue and held sand cuddled this child they were given by heavenly father.  They did this through her last moments.

What amazing quality of character and Christ-like behavior.  What I original though was loss turned into joy they were able to experience their child, have her be apart of them and have her go home to the God who gave her life.  The spirit filled my heart.  I know it has filled their and hope it continues to do so!