There's not been a time through my pregnancy or my grief that I have felt alone. True, I have been surrounded by a wonderful husband, family and friends. However, I am not talking about the absence of being with another person. I am talking about that emptiness that can permeate every single cell of your body. The emptiness I should feel when I think of holding Reagan, kissing her little feet, breathing her in. It's especially in those times that I feel cradled in the arms of Jesus. The same arms that are wrapped around Reagan now.
The lyrics in a song by Plumb, Beautiful History, sing out to me as if Jesus himself were singing to me;
“I am here
I’m holding you
You’ll make it through this
I am here
I am here”
He is here.
The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. Psalm 34:18
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He is so good, to hold us and comfort us and love us and remind us that He knows our pain. I'm so glad that you are relying on Him.
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LeAnne