It's time to start anew.
Last year had a rough ending. A close friend lost a baby that we've prayed over for nearly 10 weeks. His entire life consisted of living quietly below my dear friend's heart. There he yawned, sucked his thumb, and fought to survive. They brought him into our world to give him a better chance and he slipped away to be with his Maker--the one who made him fearfully and wonderfully. We ache for her. We all want to be the hero and make it better. She doesn't need any heroes.
Three friends. Three friends that I've watched bury their children. It's strange to feel like you have some kind of experience in an area such as this. It's an experience I don't want to have. I call one friend to find out how to deal with another. I watch one friend's actions and hope to help another stay away from that dark place. I try to predict how this one will walk this path. She's walked the last 10 weeks brilliantly, a faithful servant to her Savior even in this great hour of trial. But I know today all bets are off. Everyone's path is their own.
Her friends will storm the gates of heaven to uphold her through these hard days, months--hoping to carry her through. At times like this I'm always reminded of the lame man who is let down through the roof to Jesus. It must have been frightening to be helplessly on a mat, being lowered to this great man. Did they give him a choice or did they pick him up and ignore his questions, moving forward to do what they knew was his best shot. I think she has the kind of friends who will pick up the mat and answer her questions later. I want to be a mat carrier, but mostly I want all eyes to be upon the person worth bringing her to.