It Was Her Day

I woke up with this on my mind.  This was the last walk I took with Rachel....

my awesome nurse, Kim....

I prayed the whole way to the OR that I would come out of there with my live baby... An hour and a half later, I was being rolled down that same hall, back to my room, with my baby's body wrapped in a blanket, cradled in my arms, and absent of her soul. 

Psalm 23:4-5

Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
   I will fear no evil, for you are with me;
   your rod and your staff, they comfort me.

 You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies;
you anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows

Today I thought about this a lot.  I have most of the pictures from Rachel's birthday burned in my mind and so I could picture them in my head without actually looking at them.  As I drove with this on my mind, I heard a song by Jeremy Camp called "There will be a day"....

I know the journey seems so long
You feel you're walking on your own
But there has never been a step
Where you've walked out all alone

Troubled soul don't lose your heart
Cause joy and peace he brings
And the beauty that's in store
Outweighs the hurt of life's sting

 But I hold on to this hope and the promise that He brings
That there will be a place with no more suffering

There will be a day with no more tears
No more pain, and no more fears
There will be a day when the burdens of this place
Will be no more, we'll see Jesus face to face
But until that day, we'll hold on to you always

And as I sang along, all I could think was "that was her day."  It's kind of exciting to think about for her.

I said it out loud...  "It was her day"

I started crying.  I cried for a long time. 

I might never walk with my girl to the park...

but I walked with her straight to "her day"

And we weren't alone.

God was with us.