Sitting at the feet of our Creator

Tonight is a night of mourning.

A baby boy is on his way into the world, but his spirit has already left this earth.

I'm praying hard tonight as his mommy is on her way to seeing his face and holding him close. I pray that his silent entrance into this world is.... well... bearable and easy on her. As easy as it can be on her faithful spirit.

I'm praying that she gets swept away at the perfection of each of his ten fingers and each of his ten toes, the way he fits like a puzzle piece in the crook of her arm, the way his eyelashes rest so lightly on his cheeks, and the weight of his body on her chest.

I'm praying that her family brings her an overwhelming sense of unity and comfort. That her daughter's innocence allows her to smile, that her husband holds her hand and gives her strength, that her mother weeps alongside her, and that she never feels alone in this journey.

I'm praying that in the coming days, weeks, and years that she wholeheartedly feels God's arms around her as he gently guides her down a crooked and winding road that no one really knows how to travel.

I'm praying she finds peace in knowing that one day she will meet her sweet baby again. That she will run down heaven's road to kneel down and hold her baby once more as he welcomes her Home.

I'm praying that she can hold on. That she can anticipate the coming days where the grief can more readily be held at bay. That she can hold on for the days where the tears don't come as quickly and where his name can be said without her heart stopping. I pray she can hold on for the days of healing, the days when she can see and feel God working to put her heart back together. I pray she can hold on. Please, hold on! The days will come, even if you don't think so in this moment.

Tonight I am praying through tears as I envision our children sitting at the feet of our Creator. He is keeping them for us until we meet again. And who better to hold our sweet babies in His arms?

Please pray with me tonight.