My dear friends Jenn and Jason Marshall went through every parents worst dream. After a long and trying pregnancy, little Pruitt Marshall was born with severe complications and with doctors not believing this baby would live past a few days in the hospital.
Most would have thought that abortion would have been the obvious choice, but this is not a choice for those trusting God with the beginning and ending of all life. My friends were courageous. They had doubts. They shed tears. They fought for their babies life and little Pruitt went home to be the Lord after a little more than a month on this earth.
Through it all, God’s grace has been and IS sufficient. Many might ask, “How could this be God’s will?” I answer with Isaiah 55:8 and 9. God’s ways are so much higher than our ways. We can speculate on 100’s of reasons that this was God’s plan. He is working them all for the good of Jenn and Jason and their family. God will use this so that my friends can comfort others with the story of God’s all sufficient grace within a fallen world filled with heartache, pain and loss. God is conforming them to trust in Him more and to make them look more like Him. God is healing old wounds and allowing fear to die. God is doing more than we can dream or imagine.
So I conclude with a poem Jenn wrote not long before her baby died. It follows…
Out Came the Son
There is a little nursery rhyme
We all know so well
About a teeny-tiny spider
His story we can tell.
But this is our story,
One of joy and pain,
And how, just like the spider,
We’ll go up the spout again.
See, for so long the rain has poured
And mixed in with the tears.
The storm rages all around us,
Bringing questions, doubts, and fears.
Yet even in the midst of night,
When the clouds turn grey,
The Son’s light falls upon us,
His mercies new each day.
He gives us hope, He gives us peace,
We are strengthened in our faith.
How we make it through the trials,
Is only by his grace.
At times we thought the rain wouldn’t end,
Then a glimpse we’d get,
Of a ray of sonshine
To remind us, He’s not done yet.
The flowers bloomed because of the rain,
The grass grew green and tall.
Miracles came that some had said
Would never come at all.
So through the storm we’re learning things,
To get us through each day.
And just in time, out comes the Son,
And dries our tears away.
So when you sing a little rhyme,
About a spider and a spout,
Remember, tho the rain may fall,
The Son, ALWAYS comes back out.
Deepest Blessings,
Chad
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