If you think about it, please pray for some missionary friends, Brooke and Scott, who unexpectedly lost their 10 hour old baby due to a bacterial infection yesterday. They are devastated, and are also specifically requesting prayers for direction on where to go from here.
The incident reminded me that not to long ago, I was facing the same question, "Would my baby live or die?" I am so thankful that God allowed Elon to live. I look at this sweet couple and question why their baby died and mine lived. I'm sure we both begged God not to take our babies; I'm sure they prayed with all the fervency a mother and father can feel, just as we did. Of course, I don't know the answer-- trying to figure life out is so confusing at times; I am so glad that I don't have to. I have a Father who is wise and just, who is loving and fair. I can trust in these characteristics of God and know that I need not feel disheartened or forsaken. We see through a glass dimly, thankfully, He knows in full. One day we will see Him face to face, along with all of our precious babies who have gone before us.