We've gotten the "Doctor says it's cancer" call before. The 'our marriage is in trouble' call. We've even gotten the 'so and so has died' call. Rob is a Pastor and these things are part of what he does.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
The call yesterday was the worst though.
We lost our baby. Four weeks old and her heart just stopped beating.
And so we sat in the emergency room cubicle and cried with them. Rob prayed that the God of all comfort would comfort them. They prayed that no bitterness or anger would find a place in their hearts. They thanked Him and praised His name that they had had her for a time.
After we left, my mind just couldn't grapple with what they were facing. The weight of it...the enormity of the circumstances...was just huge. I thought of what the past few hours had been like for them. Of what the next few hours would bring.
Giving their precious baby girl over to the people who would determine the cause of her death.
The ride home with the empty car seat.
Telling the children who were waiting at home.
Knowing she'll wake up, her body ready to nurse a baby that isn't there.
And each thought
But this verse keeps coming to mind...
But we have this treasure in jars of clay, to show that the surpassing power belongs to God and not to us. We are afflicted in every way, but not crushed; perplexed, but not driven to despair (2 Corinthians 4:7-8 ESV)
Because of our faith we grieve with hope. We may be devastated but we are not undone.