I can admit that there are times when my faith feels fragile, when I wallow in self pity and wonder why God won't fix my Katie when it seems He answers other more trivial prayers.
It never fails that when I begin to feel this way, my eyes are opened to remind me how much I have and how thankful I should really be.
I have to work in the morning. I'm tired and should be in bed. But for some reason I was sitting here browsing around when I happened upon The Eldredge Family's Blog. Their little 8mo old baby boy is in heaven and for no apparent reason except that Jesus was ready to bring him home.
Pray for this family as they try to continue living their lives with unfathomable pain.
I was planning some major retail therapy for this weekend, but I'm not sure it'll be necessary anymore.
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That is a heartbreaking story. I'm sitting here crying in my office now for this family. Their amount of pain I can't even fathom. We are both so so lucky. Sometimes we just need little reminders :)
I know how you feel! There were many nights I left the NICU bawling, wishing Molly was healthy enough to come home. Then on the car ride home I remembered I should be thankful I could still see my baby, and that eventually she would be home. Not all of her NICU neighbors would make it home. :(
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