
Our good friends, John and Jane, lost their youngest daughter a week ago tomorrow.
When you see friends experience such a tragedy, your mind and heart go places they haven't gone before.
As I sat with Jane briefly on their living room couch a few days ago, I couldn't stop staring at her face. She was going through all their pictures, pulling out the ones she wanted to use for Olivia's memorial service. She would pull one out and admit that she didn't know which baby it was (when you have 4 girls, a few are bound to look the same at birth!). She'd smile, chuckle and cry, all in the same sentence. Then she'd pull another one out and tell the story of how Olivia was on her back most of the time in Turkey, how she loved this country and that place and these people...
Jane's face expressed so much. I couldn't look away.
I've not stared at loss and pain so closely.
But the visual of hope and peace stumped the despair.
She looked divine.
I can honestly say that she looked as if something, someone, was literally holding every piece of her together...and it wasn't her own strength.
Dave and I were driving the boys home from an icecream treat a few weeks ago and Micah was looking out our skylight in the Element. From nowhere he exclaims, "Mama, Papa, God made the stars, and the moon, and the universe, and He holds it all together with His hands. He holds my body together with His big hands." He put motions to his words, forming a bowl with his little four-year-old hands.
Jane Ray is held together by her Creator, who now is holding her baby on his lap.
As a mother, I stand in awe of the strength, peace, boldness and wisdom that my God has given Jane Ray. I hope my Father continues to grow me into a woman like Jane.
At the hospital, after Olivia was hit by an SUV, Jane stood in the waiting room with friends and family. She told the story yesterday at the service - that she could literally feel and see a cloud pressing up against heaven. A cloud of prayers from the Body of Christ, pressing in. God gave her prayers for that morning, as her baby left this world...I will never forget the impact of these words on my life -
"Father, I love your will. I love your will. I love your will."