Our Joey's Day

Two years have passed since I held my second baby's tiny body in the palm of my hand, and a few hours later we buried him under the tree.  Two years have passed since my life and faith and heart really got rocked, and God began a work in my heart which is long from finished.  A longing for heaven and an acquaintance with grief.  A deep knowing that this is not how it was meant to be.  And a hope for the day when all things are made new.  We called him Joey in part because Joseph never knew God's plan while he waited out those years in a gross Egyptian prison.  He didn't know about his part in God's story.  But he had a part.

And even though we don't know why, we know God is telling a good story.  And Joey has a part in ours.  We love you and miss you Joey!