Today during Jeremiah’s nap time, I sat with a hot cup of coffee, and read this book, “On the Night You were Born” out loud to Tirzah… I know she hears me. “Heaven blew every trumpet and played every horn on the wonderful, marvelous night you were born…. You are loved.”
It was marvelous when Heaven received Tirzah Catherine Knight.
Psalm 116:15 says, Precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of his saints.
And all the heavenly hosts call out to us, “Rejoice!”
Can I ask you, dear friends, please continue to ask me about Tirzah. Say her name out loud when you ask me how I’m doing.
Please don’t be afraid of making me sad. Or feel like you have to say something to make me feel better.
Grief and sorrow are my new constant companions, and will ever be this side of eternity. But there is joy in the sorrow. And sharing my daughter with you will help me experience that joy, even when it comes with tears.
It will never be out-of-season for you to ask me how I am doing with Tirzah gone, or what my thoughts have been about her lately… or how the Lord has spoken to me recently through her life.
And I will always feel loved and cared for when my friends and family simply listen.
here is a helpful article that my friend, Gina, shared with me (whose son Simon is with Tirzah, her big brother!). She shared this with her friends and family and said, “Please read. Gain understanding. And don’t stop calling those little ones by name. It’s one of the most encouraging, affirming things you can do for the quiet moms in your life.” I whole-heartedly agree!!