Quick back story. So after I miscarried last year, we use elephants to remind of us of our baby that we lost (we named him/her Micah). So we have some elephant things: a blanket, a stuffed animal and we have a little plastic elephant figurine on our kitchen table.
We talk to our kids about the baby that died and went to heaven sometimes and Judah somewhat comprehends it.
Sunday morning while getting ready for church, somehow the little elephant figurine ended up on our living room floor and Judah (who just turned five) tripped over it.
Sunday morning while getting ready for church, somehow the little elephant figurine ended up on our living room floor and Judah (who just turned five) tripped over it.
He immediately was reminded of our sweet baby Micah.
He said, “Mom, is that baby in heaven?”
I said, “Yes.”
He said “Which baby?”
I said, “The baby we had before this one (pointing to my large pregnant belly) - baby Micah. He died in my belly.”
Judah asked, "Did Jesus bring him to heaven and bring him back to life?”
I said “Yes, Judah, he did.”
I started crying and can’t stop. I’m so grateful for the gift of eternal life and for our God who values babies enough to “let the little children come to me.” I’m glad our faith gives us hope and that our God raises people from dead... even ones we will never meet this side of eternity. I'm so thankful our God is in the business of breathing life into death.
And I’m so so grateful that God uses my five year old to remind me of the hope of eternity.
Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.”
Matthew 19:14
Brothers and sisters, we do not want you to be uninformed about those who sleep in death, so that you do not grieve like the rest of mankind, who have no hope.
1 Thessalonians 4:13