Surely God must have fallen asleep when Wyatt's conception was taking place. He must have dozed off for just a second while our son's skeletal structure was formed. God must have been exhausted from the countless time he put into making such a perfect little boy for our family...
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Where was God during my pregnancy with Wyatt as the fluid in his chest, and around his heart and lungs, increased? Maybe he momentarily got distracted. God wouldn't purposely let this happen to my son, would he?
God must have been directing his choir of angels when we cried out to him to heal our son. Or maybe he couldn't hear us over the sound of one of his thunderstorms...
What about when my water broke 6 weeks and 5 days too early? I wonder what God's excuse will be for that one!
And to top it off, maybe God was busy doing other things when Wyatt was born. But how could he ignore our precious baby as he was dying? How could he ignore all the prayers bombarding heaven to heal Wyatt? How could he ignore our family's heart as it was breaking?
Where was God?
He was carrying us as he prepared a place in heaven for our son.
God was always right where he needed to be. Everything happened exactly the way he meant for it to happen. God did create the perfect little boy for our family, we just have to wait until heaven before we get to bask in the glory of his life... his eternal life. God gave us a glimpse of heaven's beauty during the two minutes he gave us with Wyatt here on earth. What a glorious day it will be when I have eternity to hold Wyatt in my arms.
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