It's been two years today, since we lost Ethan. It's one of those things that neither time, nor even Evan's birth can heal. I won't have an answer as to why he was taken until I get to Heaven myself. But really that's ok. There was a day when screaming "why" at God might have seemed appropriate. What I've come to find is that while intensely painful in the short term, Ethan's death has given us insight, appreciation, and a capacity to love our earthly children in a way we could not have if it had not been for Ethan's life. The concept of Heaven itself is a reality, rather than an abstract now. There seems to be plenty of room for question about what lies beyond this world when we stand viewing an older person laid out before us, or ashes as they sit in an urn on a table, but when you look upon a tiny infant, peaceful, without fault in this world, it is obvious that their tiny soul is in Heaven. It's not even that we want to believe it, there is just no question in our minds, and there never was from the moment we saw him. The "why" is not important. It was part of a plan that we will never understand, and I don't believe we were meant to.
At the moment this photo was taken (and it's the only one we have) I thought I was holding Ethan's hand, in some way lending comfort to my precious tiny baby who's life was unfairly cut short.I now believe he was holding mine, comforting me from Heaven.
~One night I dreamed a dream.
I was walking along the beach with my Lord. Across the dark sky flashed scenes from my life. For each scene, I noticed two sets of footprints in the sand, one belonging to me and one to my Lord.
When the last scene of my life shot before me I looked back at the footprints in the sand. There was only one set of footprints. I realized that this was at the lowest and saddest times of my life. This always bothered me and I questioned the Lord about my dilemma.
"Lord, You told me when I decided to follow You, You would walk and talk with me all the way. But I'm aware that during the most troublesome times of my life there is only one set of footprints. I just don't understand why, when I need You most, You leave me."
He whispered, "My precious child, I love you and will never leave you, never, ever, during your trials and testings. When you saw only one set of footprints, It was then that I carried you."