Baby, oh baby...

They remember their departed baby girl's birthday every year.

They are mourning a baby boy who was with them for 67 days.

They are shocked at the news of their baby girl's fatal brain dysfunction.

Why do they have to go through this, God?

These three mothers who have anxiously awaited motherhood 

and these three fathers who have been eagerly preparing for fatherhood.

Why must they hurt and mourn?

These three infants, who could be loved and cherished 

by moms and dads and uncles and sisters - why must they go?

Babies are precious gifts of life. 

They are darling miracles who coo and cry. 

From the tip of a tiny fingernail to the curve of a teeny footprint, 

their very being exudes praise to their amazing Creator.

Father, only You know why their presence is desired in heaven instead of on earth. 

You know the depth of the sorrow we face when kissing their soft cheeks goodbye. 

You love better than we ever could. 

You understand pain at its deepest level.

God, please, comfort these wounded parents of the unborn. 

Take care of these broken-hearted moms and dads.

Provide a community of love around them,
with people who care as You do.

Let them see and feel Your tender mercies. 

Hold them in your strong arms.

Blessed be Your Name.