Tomorrow, we are going to a funeral. We are going to bury my third niece, who was supposed to be born in just a couple of weeks. Last Thursday my brother and sister-in-law were told that their daughter's heart had stopped beating, and she would never join us on this earth. They named her on Friday, and on Saturday afternoon my sister-in-law gave birth to Hannah Joy, who was already being held by Jesus.
Hannah is my third niece, and she was supposed to be here in early November. Nobody expected to hear that Jesus had taken her to heaven so early. Nobody expected to have to say goodbye to a little girl we've never gotten the chance to know. Nobody expected that we would never get the chance to know her.
We are all grieving, and I am so angry. I know we will likely never know the reason for her death and that God's reasoning is beyond ours, so I shouldn't be angry, but I can't help it. I am so angry that He took her from us. I'm so angry that we will never get to know her. I'm just so angry and sad and devastated.
Our entire family covets prayer right now, and we are so thankful for the kind words everyone has given, and for the hope we have in Jesus.
Hanna Joy, we love you so deeply. We miss you fiercely. You will never be forgotten, and we have loved you for you entire life.