Romans 12:15 "…weep with those who weep.”
My heart has been aching all day. The pain has come and gone and come again. Today a young mama lost her baby. As Tim was preaching this morning, from the side aisle I was waved to the back of the auditorium. Outside the doors I held the grandma of that baby in my arms. I called for Mama Renea to come out and help me minister to this dear lady - who had to tell her daughter her baby was gone. Church ended and I went home and fed my family lunch and called two more gals who said they would go to the hospital with me. How thankful I was for these two from my “company of women” to go with me to minister to this young, brokenhearted mother. As we walked through the security doors my heart lurched sideways and I felt faint. So many times I have walked through those doors to visit happy smiling faces of new parents, but my heart knew today was different. Today a baby went to the arms of Jesus.
I have found it is better to minister out of few words. We went over the bed and told her how sorry we were to hear what happened, and “this sucks.” Sorry if those words offend you but there is no other description to fit the bill. We live in a fallen world where bad things happen. Her baby boy was beautiful. He lay silently in his mother's arms - perfect in every way. We reminded her that she’s not alone, nor forgotten and that “it's going to take time for these wounds to heal." I asked her if we could pray with her, and when we finished one of the other gals said, “I think we should sing ‘Jesus Loves Me’.” So we sang over this baby and his brokenhearted mother - and we cried. My two friends and I were privileged to have an experience with this mama that few will know. We were able to see her baby...and we knew him.
Today Jesus wept.
Picking up my pencil today. I can feel the scars of the past, but I know He does make everything beautiful in His own time.
Krista
