Deep pain

You may have noticed that I have not posted for a week.

That’s because we have suffered deep pain.  We have lost our newest grandbaby, Florence Cynthia.  Three weeks before she was due, she died.  During the Hallelujah Chorus of Handel’s Messiah, which concert her mom and dad were listening to, she gave a kick inside her beloved mother Whitney, and never moved after that.

She was born two days later, on December 9, the birthday of both her grandmothers, one of whom (Cynthia) preceded her to heaven by 21 years.

Time has stopped for us.  Little else matters.  Our dear son Ross and his precious wife Whitney lost their first baby, whom they hoped for and loved and anticipated for most of the previous eight and a half months.

Like never before, the Christian hope of the resurrection of the body is dear to us.  We cling to it.  Even though we kissed and touched our new granddaughter Florence after she was born–she looked like a regular baby but fallen asleep–we long to see her alive in her new body.

The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away, blessed be the name of the Lord.