By the third day we were able to think a little bit more clearly about the situation. We had begun telling some of our friends and family, so phone calls and e-mails were pouring in. It was really difficult to relay the story over and over again (amidst numerous tears!), but it was also somewhat healing. Saying it aloud made it seem more real, and brought forth a new gush of tears each time, but somehow, saying it so many times made it seem more endurable as well.
By this time, there were scores of people praying for us, and we could definitely feel the graces. The strongest feeling, (amidst the sadness about our own loss), was the feeling of peace about this baby's role in the world. We definitely felt (and feel) that this baby is here for some reason, and for whatever reason his life is intended to be short, God has a purpose for him. Matt and I were both overcome with a strong peacefulness about it all. If God wants to take this baby to heaven right away, who are we to say no? We feel incredibly honored to be the parents of a soon-to-be SAINT. (Imagine how awesome it would be to be the parents of St. Therese, St. Augustine (how difficult too!), St. Thomas More, etc. etc.) Plus, having a child-saint sure seems like it would be a great help in our own cause for heaven... if we have a child up there interceding on our behalf to get there too!
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