Sing Into Your Storm

We knew this was what we needed to do too – even in the midst of the deepest grief and sorrow our broken hearts have ever known … We knew that God was speaking to us through this story of David! Within an hour of getting home, we had to go down to the Mortuary then and meet with the Funeral Director. It was a late Friday afternoon. Normally about this time, we would be trying to choose between Chinese food or pizza for dinner and perhaps what movie to rent etc. This day we were having to choose what coffins and choice of fabric liners for the casket we wanted etc. and then, even more painfully… being asked what final dress we would like her to wear and if we would like her to wear a bonnet etc… it was devastating! My wife was adamant that we would not bury our daughter in the most beautiful red velvet dress she had recently bought for her (a dress she was going to wear for the first time at Christmas). So we went and bought a dress for the funeral. We never got that first Christmas with our little lamb. She was born on February 28 th , 1993 and she died on June 25 th . Just four months old. It had later determined she had died from crib death or Sudden Infant Death Syndrome (SIDS). Remembering what David had did at the loss of his baby, we called our Pastor and asked if we could have access to the Church Saturday night (alone). We wanted to follow the example of David and worship the Lord (th ough we didn’t know how we might bring ourselves to do it - being we were in such pain at the time). We entered the Sanctuary late in the evening and were alone before the Lord. We sat before His Presence, walked around 72