Only 17 weeks gestationally, 4.3 ounces and 7.25 inches long, he both arrived and left us on Cinco De Mayo. I'm in awe at how the heart is able to grieve someone it never knew. Mama cradling a little soul she only enjoyed a few moments; a baby button-sized hand resting on the tip of his Father's finger. There hovers a larger-than-life presence in the hushed silence. The first-time parents are suspended in sacred connection. Mother's Day eludes us.

With incredulous pain, we release a life to return to the realm from which it journeyed. Here, at death's door,  is where the rubber (of our faith) hits the road. If we have no faith, God invites: "Ask and it shall be given." That's all. Just ask. Even the spark of believing is a gift from above. Though not our fault if faith's in short supply during a crisis, it is our fault not to ask for more. With outlandish joy, God's spirit world scrambles to respond. Heaven knows Father's will is that we embrace His Kingship and drag to the throne our broken selves. Life's twists, turns — and yes, even heartbreak — set the stage for Holy rescue. 

Which of us doesn't need rescuing? It's said everyone would love to witness a miracle ... but few want to be in a position to need one. Suffocating loss, especially the loss of a Little One, the miracle is we're rescued. And survive. It's then we need a Savior. This gift isn't just reserved for death. It awaits us right then, in the middle of unspeakable emotional pain; frantically treading just above the ocean's depths of despair. This He promises to do. To those childless on Mother's Day . . . hold on.

If you haven't yet known loss, you will. Covid19 isn't the only culprit out to get us. The wonder of it all: Abba notices. He cares. He can fix it. Don't believe the false idiom that God will never give you more than you can bear. Of course He does. Ask any Mother. On purpose we were made frail beings, able to do NOTHING without Him. It is human arrogance (the opposite of humility) that says, 'I'll win!" I'll forge our own destiny!"  "I'll rise above the odds" Truth whispers, "No you won't — not without His intervention." And it's His good pleasure to intervene. 

His inherent right as "Beginning and End" and "Ancient of Days," God somehow uses both good and bad; the living and the dying of it all. Astonishingly patient, long-suffering, author of 135 billion galaxies, He chooses life by sending lovely souls down to be wrapped with bodies. But He keeps His eye on us with written assurance: "Behold, I will not leave you as orphans." Whether orphaned from birth or abandoned as orphans, He's INSIDE warming us with hope, BESIDE, as companion; BEFORE preparing the path; BEHIND to "have our back." Encompassed.

As tribute, precious Sungmin Jr., our heart sails with you, confident that your return trip is accompanied by the Mighty One who sent you. Know that your brief visit to our foreign shore has left us in awe of how you were knit together so perfectly and how you have blessed us, just as God knew you would. We'll see you later.

Author's bio: Cloistered away, Suzanne has found the secret space where tenderness . . . and hearing the unsaid . . . can flourish. 

Writer's tip: There are grueling tsunamis of the soul that must be channeled to the written word. There they will not be wasted. There they may reveal truths that can heal.

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