As I sit here a week away from giving birth, I think about how different it will all look this time around. A year ago today, I labored and gave birth to our sweet Poppy to say goodbye. A goodbye to this earth and everything here, and a hello to her Father - her Creator and Maker of the universe. So today, amidst some grief and sorrow, we celebrate her homecoming. Do we miss her? Everyday. But we believe in a big God. And we believe that we will be reunited and that this life we live on earth is but a breath of how long we will spend in eternity with her. One of my favorite songs by Selah, appropriately titled "I will carry you", has a few lines in it about how much the Lord loves and cares for the babies that go before us. So beautiful and promising are the words (and picture) to me when they sing:
"I've shown her photographs of time beginning,
Walked her through the parted sea...
Angel lullabies, no more teary eyes,
Who could love her like this?"
He is faithful. And He loves us. And I believe this not because we are a week away from giving birth to another baby girl, but because it is who He is. He has been faithful to us through the anger, and the tears, and the joy. And we are thankful. Thank you to all of you who have prayed, petitioned, and walked with us this past year - for your friendship, encouragement, and love. And the weight and burden you have often carried for us. Here we are - one year later - breathing and walking. And today, rejoicing.
"Arise, shine, for your light has come..." (Is. 60:1). Happy Homecoming, sweet girl. We love you.