When God Doesn't Make Sense (pt 4)- Bittersweet Week

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The prequel posts to this one related the story of my 2nd daughter and her battle with infertility and giving birth to a stillborn daughter. Only those who have been through it can understand the depth of pain that broke our hearts. Just two days after this loss, my son and daughter-in-law brought their 2nd little boy into the world. Oh what a beautiful little baby he is. Unlike his big brother, this little guy looks just like his mommy. Both mommy and baby are healthy and happy. What a blessing. We can't help but wish, though, that his little girl cousin would have arrived a few months later, healthy and happy, as planned. Through the pain and disappointment, I stand proud and blessed. My husband and I have four, beautiful, talented, smart-mouthed, high maintenance, sweet-spirited kids. Three of them are married, while the youngest is still at home. I watched all of our babies and their spouses gather around and mourn the loss of our sweet Ivey. I watched them cry and pray with their sister and brother-in-law. I watched them step up and pay for funeral cost, referee drama (from crazy family members), and laugh and hug through the tears. Then I watched them all gather 2 days later to welcome our happy little Allen to the family. Even my daughter and son-in-law who had just lost their baby, was their to celebrate. For every mistake I have ever made as a parent, I have also experienced the grace of God that swoops in and makes a masterpiece out of my mess. I can see where He has been at work in the lives of my kids. They argue and fight. They each have their own struggles. But they also stand together, shoulder to shoulder, daring anyone or anything to break them apart. They stand in faith and love. I am one proud mommy. After the past few years, I believe our family's mantra is "The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away; blessed be the name of the Lord". The photo is my 2nd daughter proudly showing off her new little nephew.