I don’t know her…

Her name is Ruby. She was, at the same time, 36 weeks old and 90 minutes old. I don’t know her, know her family or anything about them, really. All I know is I opened up Five Minutes for Special Needs today and saw a post about her. And I knew that, even though I don’t know them & they don’t know me, I had to write something.

It could be because I almost lost Henry. It could be because I’m very close to someone who did have to bury a baby. Maybe it’s simply because every mother’s heart stops when she sees another mother facing her greatest fear. I don’t know. But I’m thinking about little Ruby today. And her parents who are facing this situation with grace and faith as well as the human emotions that come with something of this magnitude. And it made me want to share a layout I made a while ago for the friend I mentioned above. I’m blurring out her baby’s picture because, honestly, nobody else needs to see the baby. It’s personal to her and her family. But I wanted to share the beauty of the layout and the touching message of the song I used for them. Lyrics are below the layout.

Two months is too little
They let him go
They had no sudden healing
To think that providence
Would take a child from his mother
While she prays, is appalling
Who told us we’d be rescued
What has changed and
Why should we be saved from nightmares
We’re asking why this happens to us
Who have died to live, it’s unfair
This is what it means to be held
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was when everything fell
We’d be held
This hand is bitterness
We want to taste it and
Let the hatred numb our sorrows
The wise hand opens slowly
To lilies of the valley and tomorrow
This is what it means to be held
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was when everything fell
We’d be held
If hope is born of suffering
If this is only the beginning
Can we not wait, for one hour
Watching for our savior
This is what it means to be held
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was when everything fell
We’d be held
…  (Held by Natalie Grant)

To Ruby’s mommy & daddy – there are no words for a situation like this. There’s nothing we all can say to ease your pain or make your anger go away. You have a right to those feelings – don’t let anyone tell you that “with God, you shouldn’t feel that”. Just know that there are many, many people out here in the ether who are praying so hard for you. We are lifting you up and praying that the Lord will carry you through this. And we are so, so sorry.

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