Tiny Hands

I walked into our room today after getting ready and was compelled to stop and read again the words to this song which was written by Kenneth Cope. It is called "Tiny Hands". It hangs in our bedroom alongside the painting you see of Joseph and Emma burying one of their children, both of which hang above the crib in our room. I could not hold back the tears as I read the lyrics which to us has become so real. I stared into the crib which has now stood empty for some 18 months. I can however appreciate the words which say to bring back my baby after the Lord has come again and made the Earth pure. I believe that is the only kind of place worthy for our Shane. He was always so bright and happy. There was something different about him, even before we saw his face. He was a beautiful boy. We are approaching that time of year when my thoughts turn to him even more than usual. I am faced with the excitement of welcoming another pair of tiny hands so very close to my birthday in a couple more months. I look back in remembrance of my birthday just two years ago with Shane still in my arms. It was the best birthday I ever had thanks largely to my sweet Princessa (Crystal). This season that is soon upon us has new meaning for us now. We were blessed with a little one during a time when we celebrate the birth of our Savior. He was taken from us just days before we were to celebrate the death and Resurrection of our Lord. Without either one of them, the other has no meaning. I look forward to the day when He who has made it all possible, even life itself, will prepare the Earth for those who have been given Eternal Life. I only hope that I too will be worthy of that gift.