Remembering to be thankful

Since Jack has been so into Selah music lately, I ended up on their website and read about the death of the daughter of Todd Smith, one of the members of Selah. I clicked over to his wife Angie’s wonderfully written blog and spent at least an hour reading through their experience.  They found out at 20 weeks gestation that Audrey had physical problems that would be terminal, and they got to spend 2 1/2 hours with her after her birth before she passed away. After crying through all of the sad but joyful posts, I got to the one 7 weeks after Audrey’s death in which she reported that Todd’s sister Nicol and husband Greg had lost their 10 week old little boy, Luke, to SIDS.  I got a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. David is 10 weeks old, and SIDS is one of those things I just have to NOT think about.  God is sovereign. He decides the number of our days and  I’m thankful for every day he gives us with Jack and David. If their days were complete before we expected them to be, I would be grateful still.  Reading stories of such grief reminds me on those mornings when I’m wishing for more sleep to be thankful the boys are are waking up.