As we drove past her grave on the way to church, I had to push away the sadness for a few hours to celebrate the hope that we have for new life. On Easter, Jesus rose again. And on Easter last year, we began our eight sweet weeks with our daughter.
Today special friends bought flowers for the front of the church, wore Mia's pink funeral ribbon, mentioned her name while remembering her with us, talked about how she affected their families, wrote Mia a letter... and my mom and I both wore her pink crocheted flower. Loved ones e-mailed and texted to let us know that they were remembering Mia and praying for us this last week before our son's due date.
Derrick's cousin attended our church service with us today and had lunch with the four of us at my parents' house- it was sweet to have her company. When she helped us load Mia's flowers into our car she asked Noah where we should put the flowers. Instead of answering with "the trunk" or "the back seat", he said, "On Mia's grave." So we went together to place Easter lilies from a dear friend by her memorial stone.
These sweet gifts from friends and family that help remember our daughter are healing for us. God has enriched our lives with kind people and He has blessed us with deeper friendships as a result of Mia's death. He has given new life to Mia, who is worshiping the risen Savior like the women at the tomb.
Jesus died on Friday to pay our penalty and rose on Sunday to conquer death. He also experienced Saturday, when He was forsaken by God and was grieved by those dear to Him. He understands sorrow. I am so happy that we don't have to live everyday in mourning. Today I remember that new life that He gave to Mia and that He gives to me. One day, I will see my daughter in the presence of my dear, sweet Jesus. Until then, I cherish the smaller miracles and kindnesses hidden within the sadness.