This morning two of my friends dedicated their 6 month old sons to the Lord. It would have been three friends, but Alistar (first baby I held after Joshua) was sick, so he'll have to wait a while.
Ethan's easy enough to watch being dedicated. It's a bit too familiar though, their daughter Amy is their first, and she's 2. Ethan's just a little younger than Joshua.
But Eli's a different story. Eli is Missy & Cory's 6th child. But they only have 2 with them. They had three early miscarriages, and then lost their daughter Ariella at 22 weeks. Their next daughter Stasi is only a few months younger than Oceana, and Eli's about the same age as Joshua. And they retold their story this morning.
I cried a few tears, but more so I felt that nagging thing in my heart, "We should be up there". In fact, of the three families who were going to dedicate their children this morning, all of them have a 2 year old girl and a 6 month old boy. Ironic, huh?
I was blessed though that Missy sought me out to check on me. She knows. I know. We were next to each other at the conference in June that talked on and on about the "miracle babies" that God had given people that year. And I am okay. But it's gonna "pop up" every once in a while, and I know that.