One month ago, on December 14, 2019, our sixth grandchild was born. The 31-weeks of life she enjoyed in the safety of her mother’s womb continued for about 45 minutes after birth. Then she was escorted into the arms of her Creator and Savior. Since that day, I’ve wanted to write down some of my thoughts, but the death of a loved one—even when it’s expected—can take the wind out of your sails.
Grief is an exhausting journey.
At eleven-week’s gestation, our daughter and son-in-law learned of their firstborn’s physical complications—complications that would make it impossible for her to survive outside the womb. Medical personnel immediately offered “termination of pregnancy” to her parents, but since they knew that their little girl was created in the image of God that wasn’t an option to consider.
Six weeks later, in mid-September, I shared the following prayer request with a handful of ministry peers.
We learned about six weeks ago that our sixth grandchild is a precious little girl who has Limb-body wall complex. She’s currently at 18-week’s gestation, and our daughter now has a team of specialists watching over her and the baby. This complex is incompatible with
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