The Tipping Family

This is such a sweet story from my friend Kim, who I talked about in an earlier post.  She has two adorable little girls!  Read on…

I had planned to write and tell you something wonderful that happened during your most sad time. At first I wasn’t sure if it was the “right” time to share this wonderful moment with you. Then “life” took over and my little ones kept me busy. So here it goes…… The Tuesday after you went in the hospital the girls and I were enjoying time outside. Celia and Callie were playing with those “weeds” that you can blow and make a wish. I noticed each time Celia was blowing hers she would close her eyes, pause and then blow as hard as she could. As you can see I caught this moment on camera. After she finished she looked at me and said “I pray for Courtney babies”. Before you went in the hospital we had been talking about you and your babies and praying each night for all of you. Since you went in the hospital you, Allen and those sweet babies were a regular discussion in our house. Celia loves babies! So every night Celia continued to pray for “Courtney babies”. Each time when one of your sweet angels passed on to be with Jesus I would tell Celia. I honestly wasn’t sure how much she was understanding but she continued to pray each night for “Courtney babies”. Several weeks later we were outside once again and Celia got a weed and blew it as hard as she could. Celia then said “mommy I pray for Courtney babies”. I thought… she really didn’t understand when I had told her that Courtney’s babies had not been strong enough to live here and had gone to be with Jesus. So I looked at Celia and said that’s so sweet baby but remember Courtney’s babies weren’t strong enough to live here on earth. Celia looked up at me with the biggest smile and happiest expression and proclaimed “I know Mommy they are having a PARTY with Jesus! So many emotions overcame me at that very moment. My 4 year old had understood, but she had only seen the best part of the whole painful journey. In her next breath she wispered “but Courtney is sad”. I cried feeling in my gut how sad you must be, and I cried loving the excitement my sweet angel has for her version of death. 

I agree with Kim 100%, Celia gets it…such wonderful childlike faith that I long for daily.  My prayer is that you would see God in the little things, the big things, the good things, the hard things today…and be thankful for His grace!