This day unfolded so differently than I imagined. Strawberry picking had been planned for today. My friend and I were going to join other friends and introduce them to the fun of picking berries. We didn't go berry picking. We went to a funeral service. My dear friend who was carrying twin girls delivered early and today she and her husband buried one of their baby girls. Her name was Rachel. It means Little Lamb. Her daddy said she was full of movement inside her mommy's womb. So active, so filled with life. She was so beautiful. Little hands and arms and a face so small, my heart wept as I saw her. She was perfectly created to live her purpose.
My friend is strong. Her faith in God is sure and her heart knows HE is faithful and sovereign. Both she and her husband have placed their trust in the Lord. Forever, for all times. Through this time. HE is faithful. He has given and He has seen fit to call a baby girl home. Blessed be the name of the Lord. My friend said those words to another friend. Life words. Hope words. Words that are not only being said by my friends to comfort their hearts, they are living those words too.
My friend is strong. Her faith in God is sure and her heart knows HE is faithful and sovereign. Both she and her husband have placed their trust in the Lord. Forever, for all times. Through this time. HE is faithful. He has given and He has seen fit to call a baby girl home. Blessed be the name of the Lord. My friend said those words to another friend. Life words. Hope words. Words that are not only being said by my friends to comfort their hearts, they are living those words too.
Sweet baby girl, you are home. You are home with your Lord, King Jesus.
All is well.
