I knew several years ago that truly God had a calling on my life that I would have never had guessed. I knew that I was meant to care for the ones who were suffering...I was meant to play a part in easing that suffering and to prayerfully shine the light of His grace and glory even through pain and hopelessness. There have been times that I have questioned...why me...why would you chose me Lord...I am so flawed and so prideful at times. Why would you chose this flawed women to play any part in the story of families who are aching and hurting and longing for purpose in a story that so strongly reflects dire pain and agony? This is where faith comes in...faith in a purpose so much bigger than me...so much more than anything I could ask or imagine. I have humbly walked alongside parents who have watched their precious babies be welcomed into the arms of a Savior in heaven. They have cradled and cried...they have embraced gratitude in the face of the release from suffering. This is grace...this is love...this is faith...this is a love beyond all understanding.
I often stand in the early morning hours and stare at my girls. I stare at them sleeping and think how blessed am I? What did I do? The reality is I didn't do anything. I was blessed. There are many times that I have stood in that sacred space with a family that is releasing their child into the arms of our savior and wondered...what makes them different? Why them...why not me? There isn't an answer. This is where belief in God's divine plan comes into play. He knows...He knows what I cannot even begin to wrap my head around. So in this reflection of a calling I say thank you....thank you for allowing me to occupy the space. Thank you for trusting me...thank you for trusting Him. You...your sweet precious angel...your family...your story has impacted me more than I could ever express. So a simple thank you is all I have.
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