Tonight I was blessed to be part of a community Christmas choir. The theme was Hallelujah, which is translated as "Praise ye the Lord."
So wonderful to be reminded, to rejoice. Aaron is home, but it's been harder on all of us this fall. He's been hospitalized four times in five months, plus a surgery. My right elbow has decided it's just not happy, and I'm learning to type one-handed.
Like I said, it's been hard.
But tonight, tonight was everything my heart needed.
Songs of rejoicing, prayer, praise. What a blessing to be able to sing. As we sang the Hallelujah Chorus from Handel's Messiah, I was so deeply touched. I almost couldn't sing, but instead, reached down deep inside and tried to let all the emotion come out through my voice.
"King of Kings, Lord of Lords." "And He shall reign forever and ever, forever and ever, forever and ever." What a testimony, what a blessing this knowledge is. He is my King, my Lord, my God, my Friend.
And I will praise Him forever.
Hallelujah.
In medical literature, babies with Trisomy 18 are "incompatible with life." Our precious son, Aaron, defied the odds, not only living, but thriving and loving his life. He passed away 13 years, 6 months and ten days after his birth. This is an effort to share his joy in his journey. Like the little purple pansy, he was tiny, but strong and still brightens his corner of the world.
Gorgeous. Thinking of you.
ReplyDeleteThinking of you and your family, Rebekkah.
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