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  >> Static Item >> Essay >> Women's >> ID #1211982  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
They look so perfect
This is a meditation on bereavement. Women I need help on this. Is this helpful?
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Acts 5:18-19

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Acts 5:18-19

         They look so perfect, fully formed with fingers and toes but way to small for this world.  They have a brain that was getting ready to think great thoughts.  The spark of love of God and the love of a man and woman is gone.  There will be no more thumps and pats from little feet and hands.  Eyes that never opened to see their world of the womb remain focused on the last image they saw, the Lord of the universe who formed this little life and now takes them home. 
         Lord, you say you knew this little life before it was conceived.  I never guessed this would happen.  I know that you teach most often through pain and heartache.  I can’t begin to guess what you might be telling me, but I know that you are available to hold me in your loving arms and be there in all my tears and pain, no matter what.
         Your word the bible says “blessed are the pure of heart”.  This little one never knew anything but purity. Most of their thoughts were based on love that both You and I had for this little one.  You’ve loved my child as much as I have.  Talked to them, just as I have.  “Blessed are the pure of heart, for they shall see God.”  They had no choice but to see you.
         Now I am alone in need of the same peace that you have given my child.  Lord I give you my anger, and my frustration at not being able to make things right and my sorrow at the hope that has left me.
         “Tears may last for a night, but joy comes in the morning.”  The night already seems long.  Show me your light and your peace at the appropriate time.  Give me a hunger for the right things, so I don’t have to stay in this prison of darkness.  Freedom and light are in you, with the key of release in your right hand.
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