looking out at the rain

what a beautiful rain we had yesterday.  it just fell in sheets and made the best music for our afternoon.

and dane surprised us by coming home a little early.  so we spent the afternoon just hanging out on the floor.  giggling, tickling, singing, counting, laughing, and looking at the rain. all in our pj’s. or in caleb’s case, just a shirt and diaper. 🙂

i do not deserve this life, but i do thank God each day for it.





it is well with my soul

this past week, we lost baby Henson #2.

he or she, whom i call Mikka, was only about 6 weeks in gestational age.  i don’t even know what to write.  so much has changed.  i feel closer to my husband, naturally, as we went through this together.  i feel an even deeper relationship with the Lord as He comforted me every step and i feel so overwhelmed with joy as i look at the baby boy i was blessed with.

it’s during these times that i have to cling tightly to what i know is true about God.  He cares for me and He does everything for His glory (those are just a few of the million truths about Him).

here’s something:

9remember the former things of old;
for I am God, and there is no other;
   I am God, and there is none like me,
10declaring the end from the beginning
   and from ancient times things not yet done,
saying, ‘My counsel shall stand,
   and I will accomplish all my purpose,’
11calling a bird of prey from the east,
   the man of my counsel from a far country.
I have spoken, and I will bring it to pass;
   I have purposed, and I will do it. (Is 46:9-11)

He declared the end from the beginning.  He is in control and He has a purpose.

and then there’s this, too.  it’s the not-so-well-known part of It Is Well with My Soul

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!
Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul!

and there it is…hope.

i hope for the Lord.  for Him to do a good work in me.

i hope for the sky, life, heaven.  not just dying to rid of sickness and sadness.

i hope for that frightening angel’s voice. that messenger from the Lord.

i hope for Jesus.

and so, i’m OK.  we’re OK.  we are sad, but the King of Kings is faithful and i am so humbled by His grace and mercy over my life and the lives of my children.

happy birthday, mikka.  we will celebrate your life and give glory to the Lord.