Saturday, August 29, 2009
What an amazing gift.
Deborah says on her profile, "I am starting a project from my heart, through God, to catch all the tears that fall". How wonderful is this woman's heart?
And you know what, I received the handkerchief the day before, but left it in the car (unopened) because it was pouring rain, and I had to get both of the kids in the house by myself. We're talking rain that was blowing in sideways... If I didn't feed my children so well, I would have worried about them blowing away it was so dreadful!
When I checked the mail the next day, I got a letter from the insurance company. I figured it was probably telling me I would no longer be eligible for my pregnancy insurance. I've been prepared to get that letter. However, I was in no way prepared to read the words in this letter...
"Dear Mrs. Finchum,
Our records indicate that your pregnancy should have ended... we have not been notified of the date of your child's birth... we need a copy of your child's birth records and social security number so we can make sure your child's health care is not interrupted..."
Are they Serious? How in the world does my insurance company *miss* that my son died? I should NEVER have received a letter like that from them. It's bad enough getting samples of baby laundry detergent, baby formula, and bottles I'll never be able to use in the mail,... but this was too much (and did I mention Joseph was gone again with the Marine's until tonight). I felt so alone.
I cried until I couldn't breathe.
And then I glanced up from the helpless ball I had curled into, and caught a glimpse through my sobs of the handkerchief I opened just minutes before. Of course it was too pretty to mess up, so I did go get a tissue... But I felt peace wash over me when I saw it.
Is it coincidence the handkerchief was left in the car the day before?
Was it by chance that I opened the handkerchief before the ridiculous letter I received from my insurance company?
I think not. Actually, I know better...
God has his hands all over my life. He even sent me a handkerchief through a sweet woman to catch my tears. We really serve a wonderful God.
Now, I just have to figure out how to politely call my insurance company and inform them Wyatt doesn't need "health coverage" because with the perfect little body he has in heaven, he doesn't have to worry about that sort of thing!