Passing Days, Passing Thoughts

So long since I last wrote, I've lived a lifetime in these short months.  It feels like a lifetime of grief, a lifetime of grace all rolled into one.  I've started to write this particular blog a number of times, the words don't come easy.  The feelings are raw and untamed.  I think I still feel so unsure, probably because I somehow understand that things won't ever be quite the same.
 I do know this, that God is good.  On the worst day, in the midst of it... God is good.  He carries us in ways that mere words do not describe.  I know that I am blessed, not only because in this case He gave us back our lovely girl, but because of the way He can bring beauty from pain.  I think of Psalm 27, "wait for the Lord be strong and let your heart take courage, wait for the Lord"

God is good, a trite phrase, we've all heard them before... we walk in pain.  So many friends, so many different shadows of pain.  Some of you walk in pain, and as you plod along it threatens to overtake you.  Some have reached a place where pain is your only true friend.  "In this I can be sure that I will see the goodness of the Lord, in the land of the living, be strong and let your heart take courage, Wait for the Lord!"   

Psalm 27

Annie the week before she got sick with her new niece Isabella!

Thank you to the hundreds, perhaps thousands who prayed for our miracle.