Rain

What a dreary day! Dale woke up this morning and expressed that he was sad that it was raining on our baby girl. We then reminded each other that Rebekah is not in the grave, but dancing with the One who brings the rain.

The cards and letters keep coming. They have provided such a source of comfort to me. May I remember to reach out to those that hurt with written words.

A few days ago I was telling Dale how heartbroken I was that Rebekah would not get to wear the sweet Christmas outfit I picked out for her from The Children's Place. I was so excited about five little stockings....five Hallmark ornaments....five little faces to put on my yearly Christmas card. But now I will not be doing for five. Now only four stockings will be hanging, four ornaments on my tree, four faces on my Christmas card... But Dale reminded me that Rebekah will get to spend Christmas with the One who started it all. What a marvelous, glorious thought!

"Bring me joy, bring me peace

Bring the chance to be free

Bring me anything that brings you glory.

And I know there'll be days

When this life brings me pain

But if that's what it takes to praise you

Jesus, bring the rain."

Mercy me--"Bring the Rain"