Lessons in Falling Backward and Being Broken - Genesis 8:1

At Abigail's funeral the pastor spoke on the passage in Samuel where David lost his baby boy. Her memorial cards were done with Psalm 23. But in the quiet moments of privacy that we had afterward, before her casket was taken to the baby garden for burial, I prayed Genesis 8:1 as I sealed her in.

And God remembered Noah...

Long & dark & frightful was the trip that Noah made in his primitive ocean liner. Here and there he must have nursed great worry that perhaps he'd been forgotten in his dark & stormy confines. But God did not forget him; He will not forget us either. Though we slosh in our frightfully tear-sodden isolation, He will not forget us. Though the storms are overwhelming and horrific, He does not leave us abandoned...

I cling to that when the loneliness of grief overcomes me; when I share mutual grieving with friends who also know the mournful depths of Adam's Curse, having placed their own babies in the earth.

Oh the mighty lessons that the Lord leads us through...mighty lessons that only come by falling backward, and being broken, and snared, and taken...