My emotional state has been in constant state of flux the past couple of weeks. I have been in deep states of sadness, have wrestled with anger, and have stared out the window, my mind swirling in confusion like the fall leaves in a sudden gust.
I don't understand.
And the tears well up in my eyes again and it is hard to see the answers.
Wendy was due to have her sweet, firstborn son, most likely on a windy Chicago day in early November.
But something happened. Something no one could foresee. The life she and Larry had been nurturing, praying for, waiting for with hopeful expectation, suddenly ended at 38 weeks.
She labored and gave birth to Jonathan Timothy. He was a beautiful little boy with perfectly formed features, who will someday be reunited with his extraordinary parents who have an amazing love for him.
Wendy and Larry have met this trial with tremendous hope and faith in God. It simply astounds me.
Wendy said, "Life is hard. . . but we have a strong God."
Instead of continuing to question, I am trying to take my thoughts captive and hold on to that truth. I am asking the Lord to help me wholeheartedly believe that he will work this out for good, because they truly love Him and are called according to His purposes. I need to trust in His strength.
Wendy and Larry... you are remarkable parents, and I will never forget your sweet JT and how he has touched my life. May the Lord continue to be your hope, your comfort, and your strength.
He gives and takes away...
my heart with chose to say
blessed be the name of the Lord.