The Glow of Tiny Footprimts

This morning as I clean up the sticky mess that trails through my house left by my tiny tornado, I can see tiny feet prints on the tile floor shimmering in the light. I could be upset about cleaning this crazy mess, but something won't let me.  Perhaps, it is the delicate pictures posted on Facebook of a mother and the few precious moments she had with a baby she will never get to see make those same prints. The pictures are beautiful, but the story behind the pictures are heartbeaking. I have never known this pain personally, and I pray that I never will. Friends that have gone through it say it is the most heart wrenching experience a parent will journey through. Not only do you feel robbed of this precious baby that you are suppose to take home from the hospital, but you feel robbed of what wassuppose to be-the future. Before life has a chance to start, life is gone. I can not imagine the life time of hurt, questioning and healing that must take place. I know that I do not do this tragedy justice because I do not speak from personal experience. I want to capture what I have learned. Life is the most precious gift that God gives us. We can trick ourselves into thinking that we are creators of life, but we are not.  Job, in all of his heartache and woe got it right, "And he said, 'Naked I came from my mother's womb, and naked shall I return. The Lord gave, and The Lord has taken away; blessed be the nave of The Lord.'" (Job 1:21). I work very hard each day to cherish the beautiful messes. Yes, I get overwhelmed with the laundry, dishes, floors and for me the dreaded daily lunch making. When I get bogged by all these things, I TRY to remember I have a beautiful family making memories out of moments. I still don't like laundry or lunches but at least i get to do them. Now if you'll excuse me, my ice pop eating tornado is awake ready to start a new day.