celebrating with a dear friend who welcomed a baby boy this morning and
grieving with JB and Ashley Hewatt who are burying their 2 month-old
baby boy today...just attended the funeral and am headed to the hospital
to see the new baby...the words of Randy Harris from this Sunday are
echoing in my mind..."that all that Israel had hoped for in the messiah
was actually going to be fulfilled in the suffering servant of
Isaiah"...our Savior who weeps with us.
the thunder and rain that
echoed throughout
the skies during the service was a perfect pairing to the air in the
room...our God proclaiming that this is not how it is supposed to be;
that parents should not bury their babies...Mike so eloquently spoke
into a grief he understands all too well, reminding us that a life of 68
days is infinitely and eternally significant...and encouraging us to
let "the parched places in our spirits be refreshed with the rain and
thunder of God"...and in the midst of the texas summer, as the rain
fell, i was reminded of a verse that i love...that affirms the winter of
suffering and promises the hope of spring...
“Come, let us return to the Lord. He has torn us to pieces
but he will heal us; he has injured us but he will bind up
our wounds. After two days he will revive us; on the third day he
will restore us, that we may live in his presence.
Let us acknowledge the Lord; let us press on to acknowledge him. As
surely as the sun rises, he will appear;
he will come to us like the winter rains, like the spring rains that
water the earth. ” ~ Hosea 6:1-3
Hewatt family...we see you...and we mourn with you in this cold
winter...and we will continue to stand by you...waiting, with great
anticipation, for the promise of Spring
So today we celebrate new life...and life anew...all while we stand in
the gap between the brokenness of this world and the hope of the
next...Lord come quickly
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