So I missed a day.  It was bound to happen eventually, and truthfully I’m too tired to really even be bothered by it.  I posted what I was writing for day 21 today. It’s been a wild month and I’m learning even more that I cannot be in control. 

I am very behind on all things blog, email, and social media.  But my house sure is shiny thanks to my mother-in-law helping me get it into shape.  I always feel better when I have a clean house. 

This will be short because it is after 11 and my 2 year old is still awake [ohh, steroids].  But I just wanted to share a quick message of hope. 

On Sunday we celebrated my grandmother’s life.  It was beautiful and fitting and lovely, just like her.  She was buried in the same cemetery where our Gabriel is buried.  After the burial a whole bunch of family [including cousins of my Dad’s who I’d never met] came up to Gabriel’s grave.  It warmed my heart so much as I looked around and took it all in.  So many people gathered there at our baby’s grave – remembering him, supporting us.  Such a picture of hope. 

I don’t know that I will ever know why these things have happened – why we lost our baby, why I’ve been sick, why I have a lifelong disease, why my Grandfather has to suffer.  But none of those things were ever guaranteed to me anyway.  And more than that I know that there’s a greater purpose.  I know that God will redeem this heartache, this suffering, and turn it into something beautiful.  Hope.