I know there are stories all around us that make us hit the floor weeping for strangers, but this was one that wrapped my heart up inside it. Some of you may have seen a tweet I sent out asking for prayer for a sweet little 8 month old boy named James. A few weeks ago he was diagnosed with a brain tumor and just yesterday he went to be with the Lord.
There are times where I look at a little face, a little dimple, or, in his case a WHOLE lot of gorgeous hair and I am stripped bare with grief. Why, Lord? Why?
In many of his newborn photos he reminds me of my nephew Luke, who also had a head of hair that made women swoon as they reached for him.
And as this family grieves, I find myself grieving as well. A stranger, yes, but not in spirit. And I know all of the beautiful, perfect things I am supposed to say to a “stranger” in this position, but at the end of the day I am weeping and all I want is for it to be different. I want them to have the rest of their summer with him, and then fall and winter for years to come. I want them to hide his toes in the sand and listen to him giggle and learn what his favorite games were.
And all of us baby-loss mothers, we just have these darned pieces. Some are jagged, others soft enough to cradle until we realize they are not the real thing.
I’m broken tonight for them, and I am asking the Lord to let me bear a little of their burden. Will you join me please?
I am not going to attach any photos or anything else personal here because I have not requested to do so and I don’t want to impinge upon their processing, but they do have a blog set up and if you would like to offer prayer on their behalf I can imagine they would appreciate it.
Here is the link: http://jamescamdensikes.blogspot.com/
May God sustain them as they walk this road….it will certainly never be the same but I pray they feel the light of His face shining on them as they go.
With so much love, disappointment, and urging to the throne of God…