As I reflect on a friend's lose of a newborn child this week, my heart is heavy....
I know--and have a strong testimony--that our Heavenly Father lives. He loves us. Each one of His children has value and purpose--even those who never go through this mortal existence. Perhaps, babies/children who leave this world too early are just too special to endure the trials this life provides. They are here on Earth for a brief moment to teach those they leave behind to cherish moments, to turn to things of a spiritual vs. temporal nature, and to find strength through inevitable adversity. It comes to us all--adversity--there isn't a friend out there that I know who hasn't endured something tough in his/her lifetime. As Latter-Day Saints, we know and have a testimony that these experiences--the tough ones especially--teach us faith, patience, repentance, sacrifice, and so much more. It is through my toughest moments that I've felt His presence, comfort, and love the most. I see Heavenly Father's Hand of comfort and peace as we support and love this family. I know, with time--and time passes quickly--healing will come, and joy will fill broken hearts when they are rejoined as a family in the Eternities.
And so we move forward with faith. We move forward with faith in the little moments, and in the life altering moments. We breath, and take one day at a time, knowing that joy will come again through patience and faith.