Monday, March 30, 2009
Seeing the fingerprints of God in our little valley.
Yesterday was a Glorious day to honor our son Baby Willy.
The clouds were thick and the air was cold until.....
until we walked down the hill side and the Sun shone upon us like
Someone orchestrated it..the wind stopped blowing and all was calm.
The Son was shining on all of us.
Some hundred or more people came to stand with us on the little hillside.
The strength from our friends and family held us as we walked the path no one
dreams they would walk. No one wants to walk.
The path to bury your child.
The path of not knowing why but trusting that the steps in front of you
have already been walked by our Lord and Savior.
The path is worn. He has been here.
I can still see his foot-prints.
I know which way to go. He leads us.
He is here now. His tears are the dew on the ground for our pain.
We keep walking. Hand in Hand
Knowing that I, that we, can trust Him.
Leaning on my husband feeling his heart beating.
Seeing our children walk for their baby Willy knowing that this will be the last thing I can do to honor him and to rejoice for the 8 months that I got to carry him and look out for him.
To feed him and nurture him.
To sing to him and feel his kicks.
Would I do it again if I had the chance? Yes!
Willy has made a difference on this earth and I would be honored to carry him again.
Baby Willy is escorted by his two brothers and two of our dearest friends.
The sound of Scripture being echoed through our little valley as we walk behind him.
The sound of weeping coming from somewhere behind me.
Am I really doing this?
I will praiseHim..
Sometimes I have to lean on others to praise Him.
Sometimes It's easy.
Sometimes It's not.
But I will continue to praise Him.