Held

The Song "Held" by Natalie Grant is on repeat in my head right now. A friend from my MOPS group buried her three day old daughter today.



The song begins:

Two months is too little.

They let him go.

They had no sudden healing.

To think that providence would

Take a child from his mother while she prays

Is appalling.



Who told us we’d be rescued?

What has changed and why should we be saved from nightmares?

We’re asking why this happens

To us who have died to live?

It’s unfair.



Chorus:

This is what it means to be held.

How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life

And you survive.

This is what it is to be loved.

And to know that the promise was

When everything fell we’d be held.



The poignant song asks the question, "Why do terrible things happen, even to God fearing people?" That question was answered at the funeral today by the child's father...to teach us. My heart hurt for the family. I have uttered countless prayers of comfort for these friends. Their sweet daughter was born normal, coded, came back, coded again, came back, and then left this world for heaven. They are of course extremely saddened, but their faith emerged even stronger through this ordeal. They are truly "held" in the Father's hand as we all can be. There is no place I would rather be than held in His hand. A sweet bright spot in their life is their two year old daughter who is blissfully unaware of the tragedy in her family. She continues to laugh, play, and just be 2. This family will be on my mind in the weeks to come as they recover from this tragedy.



I hugged my children a little tighter this week, was a little more thankful for them, and praised God for them more. Life is precious and not be taken for granted. I plan to soak in my daughter's presence before she starts Kindergarten in the Fall.