It has been one year since I first held the body of a baby, my baby, who was no longer there—one year since I was in a hospital bed and uttered with piercing clarity of mind the words dramatically juxtaposed with my deep maternal and personal desires: “She is not here anymore. She isn’t here. She was made for a different land.”
He reminds us that He is more real than our most inevitable reality: death. Yes, He is more real because He is forever real. One day, death will pass away.
Christmas is the time when we celebrate the birth of God. It is His birth that made possible our daughter’s rebirth into glory. What a fitting name you have, our sweet Noelle; your name means “birth of God,” your Savior, and you were born straight to Him!
Noelle, what could be more beautiful than declaring we love Him and His life dearly more because of knowing you?