Noonday bright...

“I will testify to the love of Christ...”

The song whispers in the background of my toast buttering this morning and I decide it’s exactly what I’ll do with this...

A leaf brought to me one early September day, “Look how tiny and perfect it is, mama!  Like it fell before it was even grown!”  Looking back, this picture quickly snapped, reflects what would be my next two months.  

I spent more weeks knowing my baby was gone than rejoicing over it’s life.  Three ultrasounds to be absolutely positive there was no mistake.  

No heartbeat.  Hemorrhage. 
No heartbeat.  Hemorrhage.  
No heartbeat.  Hemorrhage. 

And day after day my body feeling like a ticking time bomb ready to give up on the potential life inside at any sudden moment.  I just didn’t know how this would go.  Miracle or miscarriage?  Healing or hemorrhage?


I clung tightly to the lyrics of one song in particular....


“We will not fear the terror of the night, nor the arrow that flies by day.  His faithfulness will be  your shield and in His dwelling you’ll stay.  He will cover you with His feathers, and in His shelter you will find rest. For the darkness will turn to dawning, and the dawning to noonday bright, I will praise the one who is holding me fast, Father of light.” -Celtic worship


The dawning has come and we are still rejoicing over a God who so tenderly knows our frame.  Though our aching hearts long to have had the miraculous story of that tiny heartbeat echoing through the hospital walls, our quivering hands opened to whatever God placed within them.  With heart cries and questions still, we breathed in His will knowing He is Holy and to fully be trusted.  ​

Even with a tender heart and far too many tears to count, I can say I’m thankful.  His nearness is just as the song above says, a covering of His feathers, a shelter to find rest, from darkness to dawning.