Today I cooked my heart out for tomorrow's (Thanksgiving's) festivities. But I felt melancholy, in spite of the Christmas music playing, and even in spite of my turkey coming out perfectly (a rare event for me!)
I miss my children in heaven, and I feel badly, just as I did when they were here, that their lives were so hard.
But this evening I remembered a poem that my friend Donna sent me a while back, and it made me feel better. It's kind of sentimental, yet I believe its message is a true one...that special children are created and sent from God for a wonderful purpose, and that we who receive them as parents are privileged to have been chosen for this task of giving special care for as long as they are with us.
I hope this poem will make your heart joyful and hopeful as it did mine tonight, and that we will give thanks for the "precious charge" we've been given, whether our children are still with us, or if we had them for just a short while.
Heaven's Very Special Child
by Edna Massimilla
A meeting was held, quite far from earth
"It's time again for another birth"
Said the Angels to the Lord above,
"This special child will need much love"
Her progress may seem very slow,
Accomplishments she may not show
And she'll require extra care
From all the folks she meets down there.
She may not run or laugh or play
Her thoughts may seem quite far away
In many ways she won't adapt,
And she'll be known as handicapped.
So let's be careful where she's sent
We want her life to be content
Please, Lord, find the right parents who
Will do this special job for You.
They will not realize right away
The leading role they're asked to play
But with this child sent from above
Comes stronger faith and richer love.
And soon they'll know the privilege given
In caring for this gift from Heaven.
Their precious charge, so meek and mild
Is heaven's very special child.