My Ways Are Not Your Ways

This is an excerpt from the article "My Ways Are Not Your Ways" written by Mrs. Jerry (Ivy) Troyer

For each woman who has ever had the pain of losing a baby, this will help bring healing.  For those who have not experienced a loss such as this, it will no doubt bring tears to your eyes.  Thanks to Jalisa Wenger in Pennsylvania for sending this!

Lord, Your plans were higher than ours. Only You knew that soon You would take this little life back to Yourself.

While You so carefully were forming this little one, You made the eyes, not to see earth’s fading beauties for a time, but to see only Jesus’ face and Heaven’s glories. The tiny toes were never intended to walk on our grass and wade through mud puddles. They were intended only for Heaven’s floor. The small fingers never had a chance to grasp no-nos. They know only the touch of Jesus’ hand. The ears have never heard earth’s clamor, only Heaven’s joy. The little voice needs never ask, "Mama, where does God live?" because that voice is praising God in His presence. And that soul was never given to us to guide since it is already ‘Safe In the Arms of Jesus.’

Lord, the grief is not only in what was, but for what might have been. Then I remember the beauty and perfection of what is, and I am comforted in knowing that You do all things well from beginning to end.

(Lord, what name did you give our baby?)