Friday, October 12, 2007
We remember our baby Eliza today, on her heavenly birthday. It has been 9 years since we held our precious girl. Yet almost daily we feel her influence in our lives. Her life (and death) provide us with perspective that perhaps we could not have obtained in any other way. When Eliza stopped living, I felt like a large part of me died with her. With the perspective of years, I now feel that knowing her greatly enriches my life.
Helen Keller taught, “The marvelous richness of human experience would lose something of rewarding joy if there were no limitations to overcome. The hilltop hour would not be half so wonderful if there were no dark valleys to traverse.”
Recently we placed a wreath upon Eliza’s grave. And while at the cemetery Ella scolded us (with her wise beyond years wisdom) for calling it a “grave”. She remarked: “It is not her grave, it is a door!” Perhaps it is a door: and God comes into our lives through the struggles and the triumphs of life. God comes through that door in the blessings and in the celebrations, and also in the moments of sadness and weakness. I turn today to God--with great thanks for the joys of life--foremost being my husband and daughters and the great love we share.