My heart has been aching for them, and over and over, I keep thinking what an odd euphemism it is to "lose" someone.
I may never understand what it is like to carry a baby for 9 months and then come home empty-handed. I may never understand any of the emotions my friends are having to deal with this week. Yet my heart aches for them, and I face a mix of emotions someplace between anger and confusion.
I don't understand why a tragedy such as this happens.
What I do know that God is still God, and I believe without a doubt that his heart aches for them, too. I know that to him, little Isla is not lost.
I wonder how parents find peace in a situation such as this. I think only God can carry anyone through a valley such as this.
Even though I go through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me... (Ps. 23:4)
Please pray with me for my friends. As a general announcement has not yet been made, I do not want to mention their names here. God knows who they are, though. Let's carry them in prayer.