All the days God planned for meare written in his book
in fine flourish and detailed script
that tells the story of my name,
my form, design, and look.
I hardly believe the volume of words
that speak his love of me!
They far outweigh my measure.
They ring his joy of laughter.
They fold me in the tender
most intimate mementoes
of his grace in blessing—
and blessing through—me.
The number of my days,
though fleeting few or many,
live to sing, and singing, praise
my Maker and His ways.
Frances Rose Willsea
18 May 2008—23 June 2008
(Miscarried in her 5th week of life)
2 comments:
This is the first time I've looked at your blog, John. What a sobering entry....my heart & thoughts & prayers are with you & Holly, even though it's belated. With a big, long, silent hug to you both, claudia
John,
Its been so long since I've had a chance to look at your blog. And here I am with tears running down my face. My heart whispers, "Little Frances Rose, Aunt Lori loves you." I love you too John and sweet Holly and your very dear and precioius children.
Post a Comment