Let Me Show You Love and Lessons

I know she must have heard the whispers all week, she have must have heard the prayers going up on her behalf, I knew she felt the pain that was there but still she refuse to listen. As her body slowly started to shut down, I watched her struggle, I watch this 3 pound baby somehow survive day after day despite of the odds. The odds were telling us that as of last Monday when she lost so much blood it would be hours, odds told us that when nothing was being kept down it would only be time and odds were telling us that when her breathing became ragged we need to stay close but still she fought. I believe in the end she fought for the man that was here at the Mission that recently had burry his wife without much notice, the first timer who needed to see Jesus just a little more real, the old timer who needed to know how it felt to hold a little life, for the one who needed to find peace and understanding and for the heart that didn’t think could love much more through pain and loss.

It was no surprise that we all gathered and gave our gratitude as she slowly allowed for us to say goodbye through out today. We gathered in prayer, tears and love today and took turn thanking her for the lessons that were taught. Little Naomi fought for the ones around her right up until we placed her with much love and greif into a small wooden box.