I have hated writing this post all day...
Briefly, I just want to let you all know that baby Chisomo has gone to be with Jesus. I write with tears in my eyes as we speak. I am joyful that her tiny body is not suffering, but sorrowful because of a sweet family that was going to make her their forever daughter on Friday.
I don't have all the answers. Of course, the "what if's" are flooding in, but we are resting in the fact that Jesus knew every hair on her head. He knew her before she was knit together in her mother's womb, and he knew that she would be in the hospital for 17 days before he brought her home. In the mist of the heaviness today, Jason was seeking the Lord and was gently reminded of the number 17. Reminded that in the Bible 17 is referred to often as victory or spiritual perfection! Look it up, it's fascinating. (
www.biblestudy.org) So you see, He is victorious over death and she is in spiritual perfection. I am praying that maybe just maybe she is resting in her mother's arms. A perfect reunion with her momma on one side and Jesus on the other, can't you see it?
My heartaches for a momma, here though, that loved her without ever even laying eyes on her. The Bible says we are to comfort with a comfort we were given 2 Cor. 1:4. So, tomorrow as I come face to face with a kindred momma please pray that God will speak through me straight to her soul. God will ease the pain that will come for both of us, hers fresh and mine rekindled.
Blessings
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