A few minutes and one month ago, we watched as our little
boy took his last breath on Earth and joined our Lord in Heaven. Our hearts are broken, yet so happy for Seton
and his new adventure! We miss our boy
and our lives are forever changed because of him. We thank the Lord for every
minute that He let us spend with Seton. Everyday
has its struggles, Tuesdays are especially hard, and every night feels empty
without going through Seton’s bedtime routine. I ask God to fill this emptiness in my heart,
to relieve the pain and dry the tears. We are pressing into Him, clinging to each other and trying to
live life daily. Our healing has started, but is far from complete.
As 2013 is starting we are looking forward to the new blessings
God has in store for us. We would like to thank each and every one of you for
all your prayers for Seton and us, as we walk the road God has planned for us. I am not sure if we will continue this blog,
start a new one or leave the blog world… but I will leave you with this.
Psalm 139:13 – 18
13 You made all the delicate, inner parts of
my body
and knit me together in my mother’s womb.
14 Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex!
Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it.
15 You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion,
as I was woven together in the dark of the womb.
16 You saw me before I was born.
Every day of my life was recorded in Your book.
Every moment was laid out
before a single day had passed.
and knit me together in my mother’s womb.
14 Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex!
Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it.
15 You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion,
as I was woven together in the dark of the womb.
16 You saw me before I was born.
Every day of my life was recorded in Your book.
Every moment was laid out
before a single day had passed.
17 How precious are your thoughts about me, O
God.
They cannot be numbered!
18 I can’t even count them;
they outnumber the grains of sand!
And when I wake up,
you are still with me!
They cannot be numbered!
18 I can’t even count them;
they outnumber the grains of sand!
And when I wake up,
you are still with me!
SHAWNA