Our sweet Evie girl lived 212 days from her conception to her death.
212 short but precious days.
212 days we will never forget.
212 days that will shape us forever.
212 days we sometimes wish so badly we could have back, if just for a moment.
212 gifts from her sovereign Father to her and to us.
We would say there were too few, but the truth is, there weren't. She lived not a day too many or a day too few. Our sovereign Lord ordained these days for her before the mountains were born and before He formed the seas.
Still, we ache for more. And, we ache to have those days back again. And we find comfort in the innumerable days we have ahead with her in paradise.
Tomorrow, by the grace of God, our precious baby Hazel will live her 212th day.
We will encounter the day in this pregnancy that we said goodbye to Evie Grace in that pregnancy.
It is a milestone.
It's a happy milestone. Perhaps a little bittersweet as we remember the events that unfolded in those days then.
But mostly, it's a day to celebrate God's gift to Hazel.
And so is day 213 and 214 and every single day that God gives to her.
These days are precious. Every one of them. And because we have tasted the grief that comes when the days stop, we are all the more aware of the sanctity of each day we and the ones that we love are given.
The Lord has blessed our family abundantly! Tomorrow, our Hazel will live her 212th day! And in total, He has given to Ryan, Oliver and me 21,211 days!
They're not just numbers. They're gifts! Like talents to be sown!
Teach us to number our days, oh Lord!
To give thanks to you for our daily gift of breath and to use it for your glory!
"Lord, you have been our dwelling place
throughout all generations.
Before the mountains were born
or you brought forth the earth and the world,
from everlasting to everlasting you are God.
You turn men back to dust,
saying, "Return to dust, O sons of men."
For a thousand years in your sight
are like a day that has just gone by,
or like a watch in the night.
You sweep men away in the sleep of death;
they are like the new grass of the morning-
though in the morning it springs up new,
by evening it is dry and withered.
We are consumed by your anger
and terrified by your indignation.
You have set our iniquities before you,
our secret sins in the light of your presence.
All our days pass away under your wrath;
we finish our years with a moan.
The length of our days is seventy years—
or eighty, if we have the strength;
yet their span is but trouble and sorrow,
for they quickly pass, and we fly away.
Who knows the power of your anger?
For your wrath is as great as the fear that is due you.
Teach us to number our days aright,
that we may gain a heart of wisdom.
Relent, O LORD! How long will it be?
Have compassion on your servants.
Satisfy us in the morning with your unfailing love,
that we may sing for joy and be glad all our days.
Make us glad for as many days as you have afflicted us,