Tiny and fragile he was born into this world. A complicated delivery, the incubator became his next home.
Joyful for a life, anxious for his survival, and confusion over a prognosis, a genetic problem rose in our face and it struck with thunder...a genetic problem found only within our family, apparently only affecting the male children...and not knowing where it might end.
Twice this strange complication/blessing came into our lives, with one's temporary existence only six weeks.
The "Why" questions, so easy to formulate in our minds, become our wall of frustration, of madness. Our loving God permits, creates and delivers this heartbreak into our lives? Why?
Seeing the dark, the sadness, and the burden prevents the vision of compassion, love and beauty!
At age 13, "Baby Brother" breathed his last as he slept near his big sister, going where his cousin of six weeks had already found his victory over a weakened body...to run carefree in God's vast heavens!
Leaving us behind, his existence had given us joy over grief, smiles over frowns, and happiness for every moment God shared him with us. Our lives were enriched by the brokenness of a child, the wonderment of his tiny advances, and thankfulness for precious time with an angel in disguise.
Joyful for a life, anxious for his survival, and confusion over a prognosis, a genetic problem rose in our face and it struck with thunder...a genetic problem found only within our family, apparently only affecting the male children...and not knowing where it might end.
Twice this strange complication/blessing came into our lives, with one's temporary existence only six weeks.
The "Why" questions, so easy to formulate in our minds, become our wall of frustration, of madness. Our loving God permits, creates and delivers this heartbreak into our lives? Why?
Seeing the dark, the sadness, and the burden prevents the vision of compassion, love and beauty!
So difficult to see a blessing when you are entrenched in the dark!
But one small child grows, overcoming very few obstacles but every step a milestone. Never able to speak, he communicated in gestures and mumbles and a smile. His stumbling gait began at a very late age, and holding on to chairs round the dining table, he would find his spot...in the lap of his beloved granddaddy.
At age 13, "Baby Brother" breathed his last as he slept near his big sister, going where his cousin of six weeks had already found his victory over a weakened body...to run carefree in God's vast heavens!
Leaving us behind, his existence had given us joy over grief, smiles over frowns, and happiness for every moment God shared him with us. Our lives were enriched by the brokenness of a child, the wonderment of his tiny advances, and thankfulness for precious time with an angel in disguise.
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