Tears On the Windows

One last thing I wanted to share concerning Beracah. I feel the need to move on, as these past few days have been very emotional. Yesterday was very difficult, physically and emotionally. Bearing one another's burdens can be very sad. What a privilege to read about and pray for all the women who have lost babies and have/are grieving. Story after story told of God's faithfulness and mercy! Thank you all who took part in this special time. Below is something I wrote the day after we found out our baby died. Also, below is a sweet poem my 13 year old daughter wrote.

The rain rarely comes from this direction.
It seems odd to walk into my room and see the raindrops hitting the window.

They run down like the tears on my face.

I see the beautiful plant your papa bought for me.

The flowers are so strikingly vivid; oranges, yellows, and a distinct lime green middle.

It sits there right in front of the window that seems to be crying with me.

I don’t know why it stops me in my tracks. I try to take a picture;

I doubt it captures what I see, or what I want it to say.
I think my heart desperately wants to find something,

anything, to somehow mark your short existence here on earth.

I didn’t even really know you were there until you were gone.

How can you miss something you didn’t even know existed?

For now, I don’t want the rain to stop,

I don’t want the tears to stop,

I want to hold this sadness, just a little longer,

it feels like it’s all I have left of you.

Fifteen

Six they are in heaven
Nine down here on earth;
Six up in heaven
They died before their birth.

Jeremiah and Ephraim, two little boys
Baby B the twin,
He left without a noise.

Two they have no name,
One more is left you see,
It’s name is little Blessing
He is on God’s knee.

Though nine be here on earth,
Six more in heaven unseen,
Though only nine right here there be,
Of us there are fifteen.

(By Victoria)