I’m supposed to talk about how precious Evelyn was, how
beautiful and loved. And she was, so much. But there’s more than that. The
meaning of her name is “wished for child”, or “the child I prayed for”. And how
I did pray for her. The words I always prayed over her were ‘gentleness’ and
‘life’. I loved taking her places because people always loved on her- always
commented on how perfect she was. She was so tiny, but she was so mighty. All
she ever knew was love- she never had to experience anything else. Nick would
say she was just like me- stubborn and independent. And she was. She wanted to
run around with her brother so much. If she wanted something- she let you know.
I always joked that Ryan was my pride and she was my joy. She lit up the room-
she was so observant, with a strong
quiet gentleness about her. She was joyful.
Most of you knew her 8 months, but I knew her 16. From those
flutters to kicks, to middle of the night cries. I remember when I first held
her and thought: Even though I love this child SO much. Even with the magnitude
of which I love and cherish this child- even at that depth- God STILL loves her
more than I can. How anyone could love her more than me blows my mind- but
there Jesus was, loving her even more than my own love. Loving ME even more
than that.
8 months will never be enough- but it will be JUST enough. I
prayed life over her. What I didn’t know is that at 8 months old, she would
begin to point others towards the way for eternal life. This strength and peace
I have, is not my own. And if you do not know that peace, don’t leave here
without finding it. Don’t let her life and death be just a memory for you- let
her life and death be the beginning to understanding your eternity. It’s not
enough to say you believe in Jesus- you have to KNOW him. Know Him as I know
Him. Know Him as my sweet girl knows him. My Princess is now a princess of the
KING. So let her memorial be a gentle breath of life for you. Let’s honor her
sweet life by giving Him OUR lives.
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