Crosby the fighter

I stood at his bassinet in the NICU for less than two minutes but his strong eyes and perfect little fingers clenched in a fist immediately revealed he was a fighter. He had coloring just like his mommy with his dad's nose. It was so hard to believe that his newborn baby body was so perfect on the outside but fighting so hard to stay alive on the inside.

Today my friends Wahba and Jodi had to say goodbye to their four day old baby Crosy as he went to be with Jesus. He was born at 34 weeks with severe medical complications. I cannot imagine leaving the hospital after delivering a baby you will never take home. I cannot image praying and waiting for 8 months for your baby and having to let him go. My heart is breaking for their pain.

There are things in this life I will never understand. I do not know why my miracle baby is now a bubbling toddler but Crosby only saw this world for four days. I do not know why some people have to endure unimaginable pain that no parent should ever have to experience. But I do know Crosby is with his Father in Heaver, being rocked to sleep in his arms tonight. I know he understands that his parents, his brothers Boston and Lincoln, and so many others prayed for him and loved him so deeply. And I pray that our baby Wrigley was there to greet him and show him the ropes as he left this world and went to Heaven.

"For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways," declares the Lord."

As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways

and my thoughts than your thoughts."

Isaiah 55:8,9