Please pray for my friends and their newborn. He is in the NICU with fluid in his lungs. Mother got vaccinated in the third trimester, might be unrelated... Who knows. He was on the path to waking up, beginning to turn to God, and I'm afraid this could break them.
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I lost my first baby. It still hurts 31 years later.
It's going to be a strange and amazing moment when the two of you meet someday. I've heard of visions and dreams women had where they met their lost little ones in Heaven. A few said that angels taught them.
Thank you! I do pray and ask for him to comfort me.
Sadly reminds me of this epic illustration: https://files.catbox.moe/ckgpm4.jpeg
The illustration your words create is s as much more pleasant picture.
Wow, yeah, that's a spoopy one! 0_0
One of the visions I recall reading many years ago was very poignant - it was from a young woman in South America who had had an abortion. An angel approached her in Heaven and said "There is someone who wants to meet you". When she saw in the distance the young boy she knew to be her child (he'd continued to grow, but not on an earthly pace) she was afraid he would hate her or be angry. The angel explained that the boy was excited and happy to see her. That vision changed her life and removed a burden of guilt she had never been able to shake, even when she became a Christian (which she already was when this vision occurred).
I’ve always wondered this. We lost our first. When my daughter was young, she told me about conversations with her “friends” and told me about my sisters miscarried children. Hopeful to meet them all one day.
Sorry to say I understand how you feel... lost our second.
My other child was born after, and has some survivor's guilt. I never expected that suffering too! I am so sorry for your loss.
I believe it! The anticipation of a first child coupled with the loss is overwhelming. We lost our second and last, it still hurts- don't know if it will stop until we meet them in heaven or in the air.
You think you can't do anything right and are afraid of future pregnancy, some who lose the first one give up. We kept trying, God blessed with a second child.
Tho our orders for more went unfilled . . .
You strong, beautiful woman. I'm sorry for the pain you have felt all these years. The separation is hard. I do, however, want to insist that you haven't lost your baby. Your beautiful child was snatched away into paradise. All these years have been spent lovingly watching you. I myself have been blessed enough to have experienced what we refer to as death, and I can tell you; there is no such fucking thing as death! My hair stands up on my arms and my eyes well with joyous tears as I type it; death does not exist. Only bliss awaits. Only perfection and victory are on the other side of this. There is so much truth in the words, "O death, where is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting?" Do not worry about the details, just know in your heart of hearts the end is Known and it is beautiful, wonderful, perfect and amazing. I'm so sorry for all your hurt. But the joy I feel at the thought of you meeting (I got the urge to say her?) your child face-to-face for the first time, it makes me want to go get my guitar and sing a new song.
I have seen it. Many have seen. Impossible things lie beyond. Not just out of reach; it was in our grasp the entire time. The truth is right in front of our faces, and our Creator nearer still.
Thank you for the beautiful description of what I also believe . . .
I so appreciate your taking the time to comfort me.
The new loss facing the loneliness of old age without my son.
It happened after the loss of my best friend. I realized not only he still lives, just separated from me as by a thin veil or curtain... But that I could actually feel his loving energy pulsing through my veins and present all around me. It can be hard to know and to feel at times, especially in circumstances like yours; but it's there. My best friend, he loved this band Rebelution, and I thought they were corny at first. I found their reggae beats to be annoying as hell, and the voice of the singer "too plain" or whatever. But my friend's constant playing of their music caused it to grow on me, and they also released more albums. With this new music which also coincided with my own spiritual growth, I developed a deeper appreciation of them. And with my friend's death, a new understanding of the music. The song Celebrate underlines the importance of cohesion and love and positivity in life. The song City Life I felt was a perfect summation and indeed a letter from the other side, my friend telling me why he died(escaped). The song More Energy directly describes the phenomenon through which we can physically feel the love of our beloved. Every song on their album Free Rein bears significance to me, but of them all Constellation sounds like a love letter from the other side and makes me cry my eyes out every time; happy tears, blessed assurance. In the midst of my spiritual awakening I rediscovered my old favorite band Switchfoot. Their music, which I was only originally allowed to listen to in my youth because of their then-Christian recognition, had blossomed into wonderful gnosticism. Your Love Is A Song bears many marks of direct evidence of familiarity with near-death experience(NDE) and the other side.....
A bunch of tiny things evidence the presence of my best friend, and at other times my late cousin. I discovered a beautiful truck at a time when my family needed a vehicle. Manual transmission in pristine condition, asking price $2000 with a temporarily disabled air conditioner the owner couldn't be bothered to fix; all he knew was the truck was burning belts and he had to rid himself of the vehicle or pay a thousand-dollar three-vehicle fine at his apartment the next day, and he had yet to locate a ln interested party who could even drive the beast. We only paid $900, an absolute blessing. When I showed up with my father to get the truck, I saw across the door a giant Alabama A, and I knew my best friend was trolling me from the other side. We took it home and my father, the head of our Auburn household, suggested I remove the Alabama A(it was on both sides of the truck). I said no, and explained the circumstances and that if we remove it the truck will immediately break. To this day it remains.
I had to hunt up your comment -- it flew off the screen.
You are fortunate to be able to feel and sense so much closeness. I try . . .
I "find" pennies sent from Heaven sometimes, which brings me joy. My son has given me a couple messages similar to yours about the truck. These things help me to believe and keep going . . . but . . . do not fill the hollowness.
Thanks again.