1 Thessalonians 1:2-3
We give thanks to God always for all of you, constantly mentioning you in our prayers, remembering before our God and Father your work of faith and labor of love and steadfastness of hope in our Lord Jesus Christ.
I am overwhelmed with thankfulness right now for the outpouring of love and prayers you have surrounded us with. We were covered by your prayers when I was pregnant with Hosanna Praise, and now we continue to be covered by your prayers as we grieve the loss of our little child. I can not aptly describe to you the depth of thankfulness in my heart. The body of Christ has been showing us such tangible love. It brings tears to my eyes. Thank you for the comments you leave here on my blog ~ that means so much to me. Your words of encouragement and godly affection, sympathy and exhortation bless my heart. And bless my family. Thank you! Some of you have sent flowers and cards, some have brought food (I am just about to nibble on shortbread drizzled with chocolate) ~ thank you for these tangible gifts as well.
Most of all, thank you for being willing to sit in the ash heap with us as we mourn the death of our youngest child. Thank you for not ignoring our grief. Thank you for acknowledging that life is not peachy. Thank you for knowing that our grief will not be gone quickly, that our hearts will still be desperately hurting in a week, a month, two months, etc. Thank you for being with us and for promising to remain with us in this incredibly hard journey. Thank you for not being bashful about our pain. Thank you for not glossing over our tremendous grief.
Please know that we thank God for each of you. And that we sincerely appreciate the efforts you put forth into ministering to us. You are blessing this part of the body of Christ. Thank you for being the arms of Christ to us.
And for those of you who were specifically praying for me today (thank you for that!), I am physically stable. I am in bed, cared for by my darling husband and doting mother. And feeling the blessings of God around me, even while my broken heart bleeds through the tears streaming down my face.