And blessed be Your name on the road marked with suffering.
Though there's pain in the offering, blessed be Your name.
These are some of the words we sang to Jesus yesterday at Noah's funeral. I can't even describe the sadness I have felt over the past week. Situations like these are so extremely difficult to understand. While I do not think I will ever have a true understanding of "why" these things happen, I have been able to look at Noah's story a little bit differently after getting to visit with his parents and attend his services.
In Noah's 364 days here on earth, he touched more people's hearts than most people who get to live to be old and grey. That tiny little baby had more people spending time with God and crying out to Him in prayer than what I'm sure even some ministers are able to do. Blessed be Your name.
While it is heartbreaking not to have Noah here with us, we know now that he is completely healed. Blessed be Your name.
I continue to stand in awe of Deb and Josh and their faith that has gotten them through this journey so far. They are such amazing people. I went to Alabama with the hope of being able to provide them with even some shred of support and comfort and it was only after hearing them talk of Noah and their journey with him that I felt some comfort and peace.
Here is a poem that I read while I was in Alabama. Like so many other things in this story, it spoke to me so I thought I would share it.
A Place Where Children Are
What kind of place would heaven be
with all its streets of gold,
If all the souls that dwell up there
like yours and mine, were old?
How strange would heaven's music sound
when harps begin to ring
If children were not gathered 'round
to help the angels sing.
The children that God sends to us
are only just a loan,
He knows we need their sunshine
to make a house a home.
We need the inspiration
of a baby's blessed smile.
He doesn't say they've come to stay,
just lends them for a while.
Sometimes it takes them years to do
the work for which they come.
Sometimes in just a month or two
Our Father calls them home.
I like to think some souls up there
bear not one sinful scar.
I love to think of heaven as
a place where children are.
Thank you Lord, for Noah Jackson Lauer. Bless him, and keep him, he is one special little boy.