Well, it's one of those nights. One of those nights when my husband is fast asleep (and I should be, too) but I find myself awake and thinking of my baby. Nights like these have felt all too common since July 1st, when I miscarried our little girl, Kiana Elise. When the whole world is quiet around me, my heart aches for my little girl. In my soul I know that she is in heaven, and God has a greater plan, and that she was never meant to be here with us, but it still hurts, and the tears still come. They come most often in the middle of the night, and I hate it. I don't want to seem like I don't trust in God's plan and his timing, because I do. I'm constantly reminded on nights like these that the sorrow will only last for the night, and in the morning I will feel better. My heart will be filled with joy when my two beautiful girls that God has chosen to give me on this earth wake up (hopefully not too early!) and fill our house will their sunshine. The thing I hold close to me is the truth that I know: my little Kiana, God's princess, is praising her Father in heaven as I weep for her on earth.
The other day Korinne told me that her little sister is in Jesus' castle. I love moments like that. Moments that remind me that our baby is in a better place, my miracle on earth reminding me of my miracle in heaven.
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