5 months since we said goodbye

It has been five long months since we said goodbye to our Mayah Joy. We still miss her. I still think of her every day and wish that things were different. But I rest in the Lord and I know that my life, Miguel's life and Mayah's life is in Him. How much more does Mayah know that! She is in His arms, knowing more comfort, more safety, more love than we could ever give her.  But our love for her is still great.  Her existence has had a lasting impact on our lives.  Those little feet, that are now dancing with the angels, have made a forever imprint on our hearts. 

4/20 was her estimated due date

My dear baby Mayah Joy's due date has come and gone.  We thought about Mayah and we missed Mayah on the 20th.  I imagined how different things would be if we were expecting her any day.  This was such a big milestone.  And yet here we are on the other side.  The sorrow of losing Mayah will always be a part of my heart, but there is peace in my heart as well.



When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

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It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

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My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

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For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.

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But, Lord, ‘tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh trump of the angel! Oh voice of the Lord!
Blessèd hope, blessèd rest of my soul!

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And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.

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