Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Reflections at Christmas.

I sat down today, to catch up on all of the wonderful blogs I read out there. There was one, from a wonderful writer, a loving mother and wife, and woman after God's own heart, that really stuck with me. Wendi, mother of five, lost J.D. almost 8years ago. Identical twin to his precious brother K. Her words brought me comfort reading about her strength in Christ, like mine, from her own time of loss. 

Yesterday, with her gorgeous bundle of one year old boy, she saw a reflection in a Christmas ornament of the chubby, adorable, little guy in her arms as she held him up to the wonderment.

Suddenly, even after almost 8years, it hit her. There have been many reflections in those ornaments through the years, but there is one that she will never get to see. That baby boy, that touched her life in his short 10days....

My ornaments too, will always mourn a face they will never get to shine upon either. A beautiful girl that would have loved the glow of magic. Years will pass, and the healing and peace will forever grace us with it's presence, but our arms will always ache for the one. The one that never got to be. 

Though I really thought this Christmas season would be a lot harder than it has shown to be, maybe it is that Christmas brings the world closer to the Lord. People are more giving, more loving, more drawn to the holy spirit that flows through our veins. Maybe that has brought me comfort, feeling just a little closer to heaven. A little closer to Savannah. She is here with us. Just like J.D. is at home with his mommy, daddy, and four younger brothers. 

I am sure there is a reflection of our babies in those ornaments... 
Look a little harder... 

Do you see your own reflection? If you see yourself, you see the love you always have for them. That is a reflection that will never fade away...   

Cry sweet Wendi... it's okay to cry.

3 comments:

Wendi@Every Day Miracles said...

Megan,

I am honored by your sweet words. It is so nice to know that we are not alone when we grieve. Although of course I would prefer that no one else ever had to go through this kind of pain.

Continue to have a blessed Christmas season! You are doing so well.

Danielle said...

Bless both of you women for looking beyond the here and now and seeing what can be the future. I feel that though you may not see a reflection from that blessed little one we all miss so terribly, they are on the inside looking out at us and are proud that they had you for their parents. They are around us all daily. They are there at our sides shopping, wrapping, cooking, laughing. They were a part of us and will always be there with us each and every day, any time of the year.
I still cry when I touch the little cheek on that little, beautiful face in the picture on your blog. She's in my heart and we have our precious, quiet times together. Yes, I talk to her! After all she is grandma's angel.
I Love you Little Girl ;)

Charis said...

very beautifully written. may God give you a glimpse of your special little one as a gift this christmas. it does feel like heaven is just that much closer right now doesn't it?