6 months since I drove my car with a carseat in the back and a bag packed for the hospital.
6 months since I hurried around, trying to make sure that everything at home was prepared for the arrival of our child.
6 months since the moment I know Zachary went to be with the Lord.
6 months since I laid in that wretched hospital bed, wondering what had happened and how I would go on.
6 months of walking into a nursery with clean crib sheets and a death certificate.
6 months since I had to tell my parents that their dreams of being grandparents wouldn’t come true.
6 months of unbelievable sadness, tears, and grief.
And, 6 months that God’s sustaining grace and faithfulness have carried us. For every moment that I wished my heart had just stopped beating when Zachary’s did, God has given me greater reason to get up in the morning and live. He has surrounded us with family, friends and strangers who have overwhelmed us with love. Thank you, Lord, and happy half-birthday to my sweet baby. Someday in heaven we’ll make up for all the parties we will have missed on earth.
"Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God. For just as the sufferings of Christ flow over into our lives, so also through Christ our comfort overflows."
1 Corinthians 1:3-5