Cana

Tomorrow is the six-year anniversary of losing our precious daughter, Cana, to miscarriage. I remember vividly sitting in the Sunday evening service at church and feeling her moving around more than normal. Little did Brian and I know what events would transpire over the next 24 hours, including my water breaking right there on the pew, being rushed to the hospital, and the inevitable delivery of our stillborn child. Although I would NEVER want to relive that experience again, we saw a side of God we had never seen before as He revealed Himself to us in a supernatural way. The ensuing year was HARD as we dealt with the grief of not having our daughter with us and lost dreams for our family. It was incredibly difficult to be around other women who were expecting and not ask why not us, Lord. There have been many blessings as a result of this painful experience, and we give God all of the glory, honor, and praise for binding up our wounds and bringing us through this storm. It is hard to believe that if Cana were alive today, she would be 6-years old and attending kindergarten! When we were thinking about names, we selected Cana because it was the name of the place where Christ performed His first miracle, and we believed that Cana was our first miracle. And she was. Thank you, Lord, for the family and friends that you surrounded us with that gave us the love and support we needed. Thank you, Lord, for allowing us to be Cana's parents on this earth for 20-weeks. It brings great comfort to know that she is in the arms of her Heavenly Father, but we miss her. And wish she was here...