Exactly 8 days before our little girl went to Heaven, on February 28th, our little boy was born. We just didn’t know it yet. 
God knew. He knew I’d need a baby to hold after Karissa was gone. He also knew I’d need a son to hold me after Jeremy was gone.
So, in tender mercy, while we sat praying in a hospital on the East coast, He was orchestrating the birth of a beautiful baby boy at a hospital on the West coast—a boy that now calls me “Mom.”
That boy isn’t so little any more. In fact, in exactly 8 days, he’ll marry a bride of his own. Another tender mercy from a gracious Father.
That same God is still on His throne. What a comfort that is to a weary valley-walker!
God knows. He knows what you and I need, even before we do. He knows, and He’s working. And only He knows exactly what is best. The answer to your prayers may look different than you expect; it may even be 3,000 miles away in this moment. But you can be assured that His silence does not indicate His absence, and His delays are purposed for our ultimate good.
No, Logan didn’t replace Karissa. I wouldn’t have wanted that, anyway. (In Glory, I’ll have them both!) I still suffered loss and grief beyond description. But God used a little boy, born of another, to help me heal in ways nothing else could have. And he used our pain to provide a family for a tiny boy.
And I’ll be forever grateful He did.
