This verse has been so important to me in this last week (and again a few months ago). There is very little comfort in losing a pregnancy, but the knowledge that someone loves my baby(ies) as much, if not more than I do gives me some peace. I am picturing Jesus cradling my children in his arms. I am picturing my Nana and Papa welcoming their great-grandchildren into their home.
My ideas of heaven may not be realistic, but I know that my babies were known. They were loved. They are loved.
