I don't mention my miscarried and stillborn babies often because I don't want to drag others down. Today, I will mention one of them briefly. I want it in our family archives that I did not forget my babies. In fact, I think of them daily. It was only weeks ago I dreamt I was pregnant and losing a baby and woke up with a troubled heart.
It's been 19 years since I held and said goodbye to my son, Josiah. He would be 18 years old today.
Jesus' sacrifice and resurrection have made my loss a gain. I will get to be with ALL of my children for an eternity. This is not the end of the story. The story with Josiah and my other babies is just beginning. The best is yet to come! Thank you, Jesus!
