3 years ago today, I was sitting in a hospital room waiting to go into labor with our sweet Jordan. 3 years. In some ways it seems like it just happened. There are so many things I will forever remember about that day. The look on the nurses face when she confirmed there was no heartbeat. The friends that came to see me and prayed over me. The nurse who took care of me in anti-natal (while I was on bedrest with Camron and Caden) who came to see me. My dr. who came in on his day off to deliver my boy. My husband and mom who stayed with me all day and into the night and listened to the ridiculousness that came out of my mouth and prayed silently and out loud. The feelings I had as that day progressed.
When a monumental event happens in your life, it obviously impacts you. Stays with you forever. And while these memories aren't exactly "joyous" ones, they are important to me because they lead up to the short time I got to spend with Jordan.
In the past 3 years, God has put people in my path who I have been able to minister to through their pain. I'm so grateful for those opportunities and especially for the friendships that have blossomed from them.
I miss my son every day. There's not a single day that goes by that I don't think of him. I often wonder who he would look like. If he'd have my eyes and Daddy-O's lips. I rest in the fact that even though he was only in my arms for a short while, he is forever in the arms of Jesus. He will never know the pain or trials of this earth. And one day we will be reunited and oh, what a glorious day that will be!
James 1:2-4
Consider it all joy, my brethren, when you encounter various trials, knowing that the testing of your faith produces endurance. And let endurance have its perfect result, so that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing.
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