It was still early morning and much of what happened after that was a blur to me. We practically passed out and slept maybe an hour, but as soon as I awoke in that dark room with Joey there by my side, I had to turn the lights on and sit up. I was not ready to be alone with my thoughts. Joey made phone calls to our family and pastor so they would know what had taken place. Our pastor, Jim Parrish arranged to come by to be with us. Joey called a funeral home, which was located right beside the hospital and arranged to meet with them. I realized how blessed I was to have Joey handling the tough decisions and plans.
Pastor Parrish arrived and brought us words of comfort and compassion; and for the first time, we were talking about our baby Curtis. As we were about to pray together, we were paged that Caroline was here. My sister-n-law just happened to be in town that day. God had arranged for her to be there. He knew we needed her right then. She opened the door, her eyes filled with tears, and she was sobbing. Her tears brought me comfort as I could sense her love for us. We hugged and I let her know we were okay. And we all joined hands and pastor prayed over us. The Holy Spirit was so evident just then as His peace and strength came over us like a warm blanket. II Corinthians 12:9 speaks this truth, “And he said unto me, my grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.”
Oh how I remember that day. I pray that God would continue to use this blog to reach out to the many women who have lost a child. I know that just writing the words helped you in the healing process. You wrote such sweet words about little Curtis. As I read this blog, my heart aches for the place he might have had among our family pictures. I love you and am grateful for God's perfect timing to be with you that day.
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