It seems so long ago, yet like yesterday. It, of course, is a day I will never forget.
Our hearts were broken, yet we were in complete shock. I was sitting at my doctor's office fully expecting to be sent to the hospital to have that baby. I was, just in a completely different way.
He was so beautiful with jet black hair and the chubby little legs. Even 2.5 weeks early (at 37.5 weeks) he was 9 lbs 1 oz...a big boy!!
There is so much I could write, but I will keep it short just to say that I am most thankful that God is the glue that holds my life together. We literally were carried through the weeks following by MANY prayers, from literally hundreds of people across the US and around the world.
At times like these you have to believe the sovereignty of God. You really just have to believe God. There is no physical explanation that makes sense. You just have to know God had (and HAS) higher purposes for Tag's little life.
I KNOW beyond a shadow of a doubt that Jesus holds my baby boy and I will see him again. We not only have the eternal hope of salvation and eternity with God, but we have a LIVING HOPE. We have the resurrection power in our lives now. We don't have to wait until eternity to be in His healing presence and experience His great love for us.
So in the words of Peter (1st book, 1:3--NASB) "Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who according to His great mercy has caused us to be born again to a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead." READ THE REST..through vs 9. These tests of our faith are only to produce a deeper faith and joy, and glory to God.
As awful as it is to walk through something like this, it is nothing compared to the glory of His grace. Only by that grace, go I.
This is my beautiful baby boy. This picture sits on my dresser and I do look at it daily.
To God be the glory forever and only to Him.
