Giving Thanks Always with My Daughter

Many years ago I lay on my couch grieving with my 5 year old daughter playing on the floor beneath me. My heart was crying out to God, “Why did my baby have to die?” I was hurting with pain and grief like I had never felt before. I was recovering from a miscarriage. I will never forget how that special little girl, that was on the floor beneath me, was used by God to bring comfort to her mother’s heart. One would think that she could not have known the pain that was in my heart but yet she did. She drew pictures, colored them and wrote across all of them, I love you Mommy. She would give me one picture with excitement and then another, looking up at me as she handed them to me, I am sure to see the expression on my face. Over and over I read the words, I love you Mommy.
Years later I was sitting in a wheelchair in a hospital and this same daughter placed her new born baby daughter in my arms. She was born in January of 2004, and I was hospitalized 3 weeks later, on February 16, 2004. One week later I was not expected to live. With God’s grace and mercy I survived and remained in the hospital and rehabilitation for almost 3 months. My daughter’s baby lying in my arms was a gift from God. They had to help me hold her but there she was in my arms. On that day I received love, strength and hope just from seeing and holding that small baby, my grand-daughter. I praise God for the love and joy she has brought to my life.
Readings in Psalms recently….How majestic is thy name oh Lord…. Glory to Him