Some things are God’s alone. Others are ours and God’s to ‘agree’ on His plan. Others are really ours and ours alone, with absolutely no external interference whatsoever…….or so we think!
this week, I celebrate the departure of a baby. a baby too young to even know the feel of her dear mom’s nipple.
a baby who was persistent and industrious enough to force an early birth, and cowed a miserly 7 days after.
a baby who was baby enough to cause realistic gossip in the hospital corridors, gossip now turned murmur.
a baby who hit the ground running, literary, yet faced a cowardly demise: one more breath, one at a time!
a baby who has left a brother, a father, a mother, a clan, a lineage, a love of everything humanity has…
you will live on Annalise… you always have, you always will!
she was my friend, she still is. He was there longer than her, he will always be.
tomorrow, they walk down the aisle- and am not sure where to stand, his or hers?
so i will attend a funeral, and return to my friends, to celebrate a marriage,
and i cant help thinking, time will deliver with it, for this couple a baby.
a baby like Annalise…
Next week I will be at another wedding. He is from those years, n she too!
and again, knowing them, an Annalise will be on the way soon.
But first, we will celebrate.
And as we do, i cant help think of my own celebrations. its encouraged, count your blessings. See what God has done.
Annalise’ family might never know if this is a blessing, [hopefully] in disguise- yet, how can death of such a little one be?
Yet my 4 friends, who are exchanging vows will surely count this blessing, after all,
“He who finds a wife, finds a good thing and receives favor from God”
Every time I think about God, I cant help wonder, how come he decided no one will ever find little Annalise for a wife?