Psalm 147:3
"He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds."
'God wants to turn our pain into purpose and use our lives as proof of His power.' -- YES.
Happy due date, baby C. This morning I got up with a heavy heart knowing that I was going to work today instead of going to Wichita to meet our perfect little baby. After a few tears fell as I thought of all the things we wouldn't get to experience with you, I realized something. You were born into the greatest healer there ever was and ever will be. You were born into a perfect world surrounded by those we have loved and lost. How selfish of me to want you here in this very broken world. We will think about you all the time and celebrate this day for you every year. Our future children will know the are the lucky ones that have an angel sibling looking over them at all times.
Now - You let Papa play hide and seek with you. Don't listen to ANYTHING Ty says about your mama (except for the good things). Play creepy mousy with Grandma Fudge. Take naps in those great hugs of Grandma Mattingly. Look at Uncle Gary and know your Papa looks so much like him. Always go to Aunt Suzi for the best smile to brighten your day. If you need a laugh, go see Uncle Terry - I will never forget his big laugh. Drink Dr. Pepper with lemon with Grandpa Niemeir. When you need to go for a ride, take Sunny and when you need a canine companion call over Otis, Jasper or Cisco. And know that our hope for heaven has never been greater.
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