Every once in a while something will happen that just makes my heart ache. It’s the sort of thing that once it settles into my conscious as being a reality, makes me wish with everything that I could go back to the moment before, when it wasn’t a reality. It makes my prayers a little more fervent as I pray for God to fix it . . . somehow.
Such a thing happened this past weekend. Wyatt and I were at dinner when we received a text message – Heather Miller had her baby – 14 weeks early. Oh, as a mamma, how that news made me hurt. Little Leo Miller came quickly and unexpectedly. He’s now in the NICU and has a long, and . . . unlikely . . . battle ahead of him. He’s already experienced some severe complications. Everyone’s holding their breath as each day goes by.
Bryan and Heather were sealed just two short weeks ago. What a blessing for them. As Bryan put it – “it also allows us to be free from second guessing ourselves and asking why we haven’t gotten around to that yet.” Their faith is strong, and I know that will help them.
As for my faith? Like I said, it’s one of those things where I have faith, like a child, knowing that Heavenly Father can fix it. What I don’t know is if He will. The question then becomes, what am I (and more importantly, those more closely involved) going to do if He doesn’t? I’ll be honest, I’d rather that He did – it would be simpler all the way around.