I can't believe that just a few weeks ago, this was still a spot of dirt. I took a picture of the heart I told you about last week... the grass is really long so it's not as obvious, but I think you can still see it. It actually covers her entire tiny grave, from one side to the other. There is only dirt left along the edges now. I'm glad the grass is growing good... and at the same time it is a reminder that she wasn't here yesterday. It's been 32 weeks since I held her. My arms haven't missed one day of longing for her and time has not changed the intensity of that one bit.
I got her stuff all cleaned up... I felt a little crazy cleaning off her little name plate with a baby wipe. (that's the first time I've been able to use a baby wipe to take care of her) It's looking pretty beat up. It's been through the long months of winter and the rainy spring we had and the weather has taken it's toll. I can relate. As I walked away, I looked back at the little fading daisy and the big heart above my girl's grave and I saw a picture of me, her and God's provision through this trial...
This little grave holds a piece of my heart that longs for my daughter every day I live and grieves her fading body deeply. I believe that I can trust my God when He says that as believers, our lives don't end in the grave. It might not be until my body joins hers there in that grave that I truly know this truth, but so far from my experience, He has never let me down.
All flesh is grass, and all its beauty is like the flower of the field.