Joining Gypsy Mama again for Five-Minute Fridays. I'm really enjoying writing for five minutes flat--no editing, no over thinking or back-tracking.
Today's Word: Ache
My arms ached when I looked to down to see my baby girl for the first time. They desperately longed to hold her. Even if my fingers could simply touch her.
At that time I could do neither.
My heart ached with a deep pain I had never known before. I was a Mom for the first time and while somewhere inside of me I felt happiness over this new fact, my heart was also gripped by the fear that my feelings of happiness might quickly turn to grief since doctors were unsure how long her life would last.
That first night after her birth my entire body ached for her; if only she could return to the safe haven of my womb! I begged the Lord to let her live--trusting that He knew whether that was best for us--or not.
Yet, my heart still breaks for so many parents who are unable to hold their child today, or even worse--unable to hold their child ever again.
~This post is dedicated to every parent whose child has been hospitalized for any length of time as well as to those special parents whose arms and hearts have experienced the unimaginable ache and grief in that of losing a precious baby or child.~
My thoughts and prayers go out to each of those parents today.
2 Corinithians 1:3, “Blessed be God, even the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies, and the God of all comfort;”
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