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  • HOGAR DE AMOR I: 11 babies
  • HOGAR DE AMOR II: 6 boys
  • HOGAR DE AMOR III: 8 girls

Friday, September 11, 2009

Psalm 56:8

It's hard to believe that today is the 8 year anniversary of 9/11. It's always a strange feeling remembering the tragedy of 9/11 while living abroad. I feel disconnected from it all but as a US citizen, if not resident, I want to honor those who grieve.

This year, we have our own grief closer to home to process. I'm focused on "gracefully" getting through Gabriel's first birthday on 9/12, the day his twin sister didn't live to see.

Still, I didn't expect today to be as hard as it was. I had non-stop activity from 8:30am to 9:30pm, most of that outside the house, and I saw 40 of my kids today (a rarer event than I'd like), but it still wasn't enough distraction. My mind kept wandering to the events of a year ago today.

Maybe Gabriel and Gabriela were actually born today then left to die in the riverbed the next morning. Who did it? Why? Are they remembering the babies today? Do they regret their decision? And my tortured questions: why would God have them be rescued only to take Gabriela home a few months later? Why couldn't the best doctors in the city save her? Why did the chicken pox have to infect her brain, a one-in-a-million complication?

Of course, the virus infected Gabriel's lungs, and he pulled through. A double survivor!

Since yesterday, preparations have been in full swing for the birthday party Tia Luz and her daughters are putting on for our special Gabriel. This afternoon I checked on cake preparations in the kitchen and as Maria iced Gabriel's cake, jokingly asked if the smaller cake was for her since tomorrow is also her birthday. I almost didn't believe her reply: "It's for Gabriela. That's what Tia Luz told us." The tears and emotions immediately sprang up and without saying anything because I didn't have a single word in reply, I fled the kitchen.

Even though I consider myself a detail-oriented person, in 7 1/2 months it never once crossed my mind to make a cake for Gabriela. It's so sweet, but so painful at the same time. I could barely form a thought for 30 minutes after they told me, aching to hold and see her again, until I had to lead a meeting and simply had to pull myself together.

Tonight as I unwind and recover from an intense week full of work on every front, I caught up on the Piper's blog, a family whose baby was stillborn two years ago. The latest post was very comforting: "Today is a Re-living Day" . This has been the year of unending tears for me. By the end of January I considered myself well over a year's quota, but was nowhere near done!

Thank you Lord, for reminding me that You care when we hurt!

You have kept count of my tossings;

Put my tears in your bottle.

Are they not in your book?

Psalm 56:8

3 comments:

Katie said...

Praying for you this evening Jen. I can't imagine what it will be like at the party: celebrating Gabriel's milestone but feeling anew the emotions of Gabriela. May the Lord encourage and lift you up as you continue in His work. You are inspiration.

"He said to me, 'My grace is sufficient." ~2 Corinthians 12:9

Gallo Pinto2 said...

I love that verse. It is nice to know that even if we are crying alone (or feel like we're alone) that God knows and is collecting our tears

Beverly said...

Reading this a little bit late and still ptaying for you.What a precious post and glimpse into your heart. How bittersweet your day must have been.