Sweet Logan

Saturday morning dear friends of ours lost their 2 month old baby girl, Logan (Logan's Mother being one of those amazing friends I referred to in my recent "Friends" post). We are reminded, once again, that children are not an entitlement, rather they are a gift and every moment is meant to be cherished. I find myself at a loss for words as there are no words that can ease the pain or explain why such a tragedy could happen to such good people. So I will humbly turn my words & thoughts to a poem that was given to me by a woman who buried her infant at 2 months old. I found great comfort in these words & believe them to be so true.

“I’ll lend you for a little time a child of Mine,” He said, “For you to love the while she lived and mourn for when she’s dead…
It may be six or seven years, or 22 or three, But will you, till I call her back, take care of her for Me?
She’ll bring you all her charms to gladden you, and shall her stay be brief,
You’ll have her lovely memories for solace for your grief.
I cannot promise she will stay, since all from earth return,
But there are lessons taught down there I want this child to learn.
I’ve looked the wide world over in my search for teachers true,
And from the throngs that crowd life’s lanes, I have selected you.
Now will you give her all your love, nor think the labor vain,
Nor hate Me when I come to call to take her back again?
I fancied that I heard them say: - ‘Dear Lord, thy will be done.
For all the joy Thy child shall bring, the risk of grief we’ll run.
We’ll shelter her with tenderness, we’ll love her while we may,
For all the happiness we’ve known, forever grateful stay,
But shall the angels call for her much sooner than we’ve planned,
We’ll brave bitter grief that comes, and try to understand.’”

In loving memory of Logan Teays White, may you dance with angels!