A beautiful bouquet arrived at our house.
Because a beautiful boy departed.
A little soul we never met, yet loved, and named...Treasure Hid.
A treasure hid within the mysteries of God.
In the days of waiting imminent loss, I listened to a song I had never heard which said,
"The Voice of Truth tells me a different story
says do not be afraid, says this is for My Glory."
Raw emotions wondered...How?
How could this show God's glory to my 3 year old who's never experienced a real live baby sibling, just 3 tiny thumb-sized fetuses buried in our yard?
How could God's glory shine for my teenager's faith-developing reasoning when her hopes are dashed yet again?
And where is there glory to God in a wounded, hurting mother and father's nurturing, parent-hearts?
Then the chorus continued,
"Out of all the voices calling out to me
I will choose to listen and believe... the Voice of Truth."
As I gazed day after day on this beautiful bouquet, from my bed-rest perch for 3 weeks, I couldn't help but notice the scripture framed beside it.
Jeremiah 32:17 "Ah, Lord God...nothing is too difficult for You."
In the valleys there is always light, if we can just lift our faces to it.
Thank you Lord, for a supportive husband.
Thank you Lord, that I am alive, though I felt my life's blood ebbing away.
Thank you Lord, that our first ER experience went smoothly.
Thank you Lord, for children that can carry on the household necessities.
Thank you Lord, that I did not succumb to self-pity's crush.
Thank you Lord, for the presence of caring, pampering parents.
Thank you Lord, for the delivered food that blessed our family.
Thank you Lord, for the other thoughtful gifts of love.
Thank you Lord, for the concerned texts and emails.
Thank you Lord, for a healing, strengthening heart.
Thank you Lord, for the hope of the resurrection.
Thank you Lord, for the beautiful bouquet.
For I would that ye knew what great conflict I have for you, ...That their hearts might be comforted, being knit together in love, and unto all riches of the full assurance of understanding, to the acknowledgement of the mystery of God, and of the Father, and of Christ: in whom are hid all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge.