Sunday a friend lost a baby to SIDS. The week was spent trying to define how to "help" when truly there is nothing you can do, all she wants is to have her sweet baby back in her arms again.
I didn't know what to do with the guilty feelings that were apart of experiencing simple joys with my children this week. The moments I realized my friend's loss wasn't at the forefront of my thoughts I ached with the fresh realization that only she was truly experiencing grief.
I still had to function as a mom this week. So I did.
There was dinner to take to another sweet friend who gave birth to a precious baby girl. My heart celebrated at the perfection of the sweet baby, just days old.
There was MOPS, where other mommy friends heard about our dear friend's loss and articulated a bit of their own fears with their own infants.
A trip to Michaels with another dear friend to pick out pink paper to decorate a guest book for a memorial service.
And a Memorial Service for a baby girl who left behind her twin sister, big brother, mommy, daddy, and a lot of other family and friends. Overwhelmed by worship. We sang Blessed Be the Name by Matt Redman. I wept with the renewed realization that we must continually choose to give praise to God, not just when he is pouring out his blessings, but "when the darkness closes in," we serve a God who "gives and takes away".