Sunday, November 22, 2009


Wow. We have been blessed.

Over the weekend food came. A few meals to feed our family, fruit and veggies to make our kids happy.

Tradesman and I had still not been able to drag our butts to the grocery store, nor was I able to find the energy to make something hot and yummy to nourish my loved ones.

Still vomitting and feeling nauseous along with the emotional turmoil just seems too big a hurdle to find normal.

Thankfully, we are surrounded by people that care, that took the time out of their busy, full lives to make a meal, bake something and we are told that some even donated money for a little grocery shop for us.

I was completely overwhelmed by the generosity and the thoughtfulness. I cried and cried in my kitchen.

One young couple who I taught a few years ago in our highschool homeschool group are now married. The young man insisted to tradesman that he and his sweet wife wanted to bring us out a meal. We live an hour from them. They drove all the way out here just to drop off food for us knowing that we would not be up for a visit. They never expected it. They came, blessed us and then left again. What a sweet sacrifice.

I have never felt the hands and feet of Jesus in His people as much as I have in the last couple of days.

Knowing that others care, that others are thinking about us and praying for us is such a comfort.

It was so nice to watch my children happily eating around the table looking normal and cheerful.

What a cherished gift in this stressful time.

Along with encouraging comments, messages, and scriptures this week, I also received a very precious poem. It came from a very sweet friend and family member.

Over the past week some have shared in the comments their losses. I have received emails from my email group of sad testimonies and stories. I know some of you have followed me over from the blog frog where I posted a question on missed miscarriage, there I read many stories that made me weep with you.

I wanted to share this beautiful little poem that was given to me hoping that it might bring you some comfort as it did me.

Gone to a place

So sweet, so divine, so perfect

For the innocence of an unborn child

Or two, Or three, Or four

Conceived in love; In His likeness

Where they can dance, and sing, and praise

Their Father For giving them a mother and a father

Who will love them through eternity

From afar

Who will remember and cherish them

In words, prayer, and honour

Who will name them

As their kin

As they deserve

Until they can see each other

For the first time

In paradise

In Heaven

1 comment:

Angelica Bays, said...

Please thank your gifters for us too. For those of us who are too far to be the hands of God to you. They have blessed us as well.

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