I have allowed myself this day to do little but read and write. There have been various reasons, but today a special reason popped up in the middle of it all…and her name is Sophia.
A few days ago I began writing a piece about my son Mitchell who went to live with Jesus as a baby. It had just been on my heart to do something different with his story. I wasn’t sure why as I’ve told the story a million times. Still I felt compelled and began putting it together little piece by little piece. I entitled it “Here and Back – A Mommy and Baby’s Journey To Earth and Heaven”. I was working on it today when I received a note from a friend.
She told me about a family who just this morning gave birth to a little girl named Sophia who went straight from the womb into the arms of Jesus. They began this journey months ago as they learned more and more about her condition and its diagnosis. Sophia’s mommy and daddy have been writing a blog about this journey. I read it and wept. The parallels were so striking in her thoughts as a mommy holding this precious gift inside her. A beautiful commentary of this couple’s love for their daughter and their remarkable faith through all of this.
My mommy heart aches for them. They have become part of a small club that no parent ever wants to join. They are continuing a journey that will hold unspeakable, horrific pain but also phenomenal beauty and depth as they watch what God will do through the short life of their precious Sophia.
I wrote them a short note, letting them know that I am here if they should ever want to talk with someone who has walked this way before. They may not respond, and that’s okay. But I know why I felt so compelled to write about Mitchell today. It was to prepare my heart to pray for sweet Sophia’s parents and to share a little bit of their road with them today…
Thanks for sharing girl. While I was reading this I couldn’t help but think of a family in my class this year. I have their daughter Josie in my class and her mom was pregnat with a sweet baby girl whom they had named Sophia Joy. She was born Dec. 5th at 25 weeks and fought a great fight on earth. She was 12 ounces when she was born. Sophia was small but perfectly formed and so beautiful! 9 days later she went into the arms of Jesus. It was so tough for everyone because we had prayed so hard for this sweet little girl. The most amazing thing is that my class of 3rd graders, even though they were sad not once did they every doubt God in any of this. It was something that left me so blessed and challenged too.
So amazing, isn’t it? I remember you telling me about her. How is the family doing? I’m sure that Christmas was pretty tough…love you much, girl…let’s talk soon…lotsa catchin’ up to do! xoxo