in my mind

I keep this image close by.

I can see our baby healthy and happy, fat and rosy skinned, laughing and kicking, being held in Jesus' arms. He is not broken or in pain but the hands that hold him are scarred and wounded. Even in heaven.

The picture might be just a figment of my imagination, the wishful thinking of a mother aching to hold her baby, but I know the love is real. I know that as much as we love our son Jesus loves him even more,
and that he is with his savior is such a comfort
and a joy.

5 comments:

Heather Plett said...

Sometimes the wishful pictures are the only things you can hang onto.

In my picture, there's a nine year old boy standing next to Jesus hoping it will be his turn next to hold the baby.

Accidental Poet said...

Much love

darien said...

my picture is the baby lying on a cloud and peeking over the top of it. Someone actually gave me a little sculpture like that, called 'safe in the arms of Jesus'. It is one of the few things that I actually truly treasure.

Anonymous said...

I have been reading, watching and doing much praying. I am sorry that I don't have the words to express.....
I see the pictures as well, especially of your big strapping son towering over you and meeting with you someday.

Anna M.

Eve said...

Here too many days late to thank you for visiting my own blog and commenting. I am so terribly sorry for your loss and your difficult journey with your pregnancy and your precious son.

When my Will died, I pictured him swaddled like Jesus, cradled in the arms of his Heavenly Father. Our boys know more love than we can ever imagine...it is we who suffer on earth not to get to be a part of the their time now. But, someday we will...and it will be perfect.

I wanted to invite you to a community I've recently become a part of call "a Glow in the Woods" (just google it). It's been a wonderful support to me to hear from other women who are dealing with baby loss.

My prayers will go to you and your hubby tonight that God gives you peace enough, as you said, to make it thorough each day.

I think that's all we might ask for sometimes.

Many hugs.

Eve