A Time to Weep

Today, I hugged this little princess a little longer, a dozen more times than usual, and I said "I love you" a lot more often (that means it's all I told her, besides "sit down" as she attempted to jump out of her high chair!) My little Miss Lydia was the princess last summer who brought me into contact with a family in Valley Forge PA--where we no longer live-- who suffers the deepest anguish of soul tonight.

In the summer of 2009, Miss Lydia wanted to eat one Sunday at church. I, in my proud Mommy fashion, took Miss Lydia to the mothers room where I was met with a beautiful mother and her precious daughter, Preslee. They, with their faithful husband, were spending the summer in Valley Forge for work. Preslee was an angel--only a month older than Lydia. I admired her hair bow and spoke with her Momma for a few moments. The remainder of the summer I admired the family from a distance during our Sunday meetings--their young "newness" with their sweet baby girl, and the light they carried was admirable. I will thank my Miss Lydia for bringing me to that mother's room that day and allowing me to make contact with an angel on earth--or two, Preslee and her Momma.

Preslee was called home to Heaven today. My heart aches for their loss. I know the pain of losing a child, and I have wept so often through the course of this day as that pain is so real to me. The Savior can succor us in our deepest sorrow because He knows our sorrow. It is a hard thing to know that pain....the hardest of all feelings to bear, and I pray earnestly for peace and miracles to fall upon this beautiful family tonight and in the weeks hereafter. They are sacred weeks where miracles will be seen by them; little Preslee lives on and will have her Momma and Dad to raise her again--she will. Still, now is a time to weep. My heart is full of sorrow.

We love you Preslee and parents....you are angels, performing miracles for me, as you well know already.

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