On this mother’s day, I’d like to encourage those mother’s missing their baby, especially those who died during pregnancy, even those who were aborted.
Psalm 139:13 For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. Jeremiah 1:5 Before I formed you in the womb I knew you…
These two verses suggest that God knows each person intimately – even before he begins meticulously knitting us together in our moth’s womb.
I’ve gathered the following picture:
When your baby died, angels took them to heaven. There, the older children carried your precious little baby, cupped in their delicate hands to the Father – some were only as big as a thumb. The Father blessed them and they smiled as they bathed in his love. The older children then carried their precious new siblings to the nursery where they’ve been raised by the most beautiful angels. The women angels had the most beautiful hair, which your baby loved to play with. And the men angels, despite their imposing figure had the most tender touch as they caressed your baby in their huge arms. The angels sang your baby to sleep, accompanied by the most beautiful voices of the flowers of the meadow. The older children helped care for your baby, looking on in great wonder at the beauty of their rapidly growing siblings. They loved talking with them about how amazing the Father is.
As your baby grew, they enjoyed playing with the other children and going to school with their angelic teachers. They’ve been learning life skills and helping out their ancestors and other family who preceded them to heaven. They tend trees and work the land, which is perfectly fruitful and without weeds. They learned building and cooking and the most intricate tailoring. They learned to harness the heavenly colors, which make our world seem monochromatic. They create amazing paintings and speak the rocks into animated sculptures. They learned to play musical instruments unimaginable to our world and to sing with voices like those of the angels – but with the overwhelming sweetness of a child of God.
When school’s over, the children go out to play together, free from bullies or any hint of selfishness. They roll down the green hills, play chase with lions, mice and stegosauruses. They ride elephants, pterosaurs and whales and give rides to little birds, seahorses and scorpions. Nothing harms them. When they pick a fruit, another immediately grows to take its place. They take a bite, drenching their mouths with its sweetness, but the juice doesn’t stick to their face or hands. They especially love to have water fights with Jesus in the river of life. Jesus is their best friend. Although there’s so many children, somehow he always has time to play with everyone individually.
Maybe it’s been many years now. Your child is all grown up and is serving the Father. They are still learning and growing. They’ve mastered several trades, but are still finding new ways to hone their skills and talents.
Whatever your baby is doing, they are waiting patiently and expectantly for you to join them. When your time on earth is fulfilled, they will be there to meet you, waiting to pounce on you with the greatest joy you’ve never experienced. Will you be there?
I cried a few times writing this – maybe feeling the loss of my son Timothy who just left home to a far and distant land.
I hope this is a blessing to you all.
I originally wrote this last year, but thought it good to share again.