A few weeks ago, I requested prayer for Zach, Becca, and their unborn baby, Oliver.
On Tuesday of this week, they learned that Oliver is one of Heaven's newest additions.
This morning, my heart breaks for them. I can't even begin to imagine their sense of loss and pain, but I know there is One who does. He is bearing their grief and carrying their sorrow as this very moment. His love is unfailing, and He makes everything beautiful in it's time.
Today, Oliver is beautiful and perfect and running on streets of gold.
There is a time for everything
and a season for every activity under heaven:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
What does the worker gain from his toil? I have seen the burden God has laid on men. He has made everything beautiful in it's time. He has also set eternity in the hearts of men; yet they cannot fathom what God has done from beginning to end. ~Ecclesiastes 3:1-11
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