Psalm 34:18a "The Lord is close to the brokenhearted..."
Sitting there in the warm Cambodian evening, she recalls something like a vision… she was awake and aware but her eyes fixed forward into the horizon as she enters what is like a dream. Sitting in her home, she sees two or three visitors walk in to her home. As they enter, they come toward her. Her view fixed on their pristine and bright white clothing. Hearing the voice and seeing the silhouette, she hears them say, ” We’ve come to take your baby. We’d like to help take care of your baby.”
“What?” My mom a bit confused and responds, “I’m only seven months along. I don’t have a baby for you.”
“Yes, we understand. We will want to take your baby when he’s delivered and full-term. We understand he’ll need much. We are able to provide for him completely. When the time comes, we can take care of him best for all his needs.” The visitors replied.
In agreement, Mom said yes. She let Dad know of this vision.
A few months go by. Mom is full term, goes into labor and delivers baby David one evening. She sees her beautiful baby. He is captivating. Oh how she’s in love for the sixth time, but something is not quite right. Baby David was born with health problems. He began nursing irregularly after several days . At about a week, she notice his gaze was off and he was having his seizures again. He’s only a week old. She keeps on nursing her sweet child. Nurturing him like all the children who came before him. He looks up at her, smiles then he unlatches, Mom says he he gave her that one big smile and breathed his last.
She comes to grip with her vision. She knew it was time. She calls for Dad out in the fields.
Dad comes running. Strong and praying, he comforts Mom and holds baby David one last time. He wraps up baby in some cloths and digs the grave for baby David. Praying, they thanked God for their son. They thank God Mom is alive and well and recovering. Together Mom and Dad Thank God and tell him, “Yet again, I will trust you.” They thank God for his great comfort in such a loss. After Dad buries baby, Mom wails. Her broken heart. She is so sad. Dad reminds her that he’s gone to heaven and he’s in God’s perfect care. Remember, our God was gracious to us to let know that he’d take our son home. Don’t cry, he’s in heaven.”
Mom cries for a while; after some time, she releases him: he’s home. He’s got all the provisions he needs; he’s home.
Suggested prayer: Dear God, You are Sovereign over all things. I praise you for you are close to the broken-hearted and you are the God of all Comfort. I thank you that in the challenges of living, we will face trials. James says to count it all joy. I thank you that I can count it joy for my trial that I am facing. Help me be able to comfort others in their time of trouble. Amen.
Abundant Mommyhood 