The profoundness of life

I'm sure by the title, you'll be expecting great wisdom to follow... maybe, maybe not. Tonight, a familiy that has become dear to me will come into my home for only the second time. The first, it was for maternity pictures. A beautiful round belly nurturing an unhealthy baby girl. Tonight, they will come to view the montage full of painstakingly retouched pictures of the daughter they didn't get to take home from the hospital. Her name is Abby Danielle, born to Heaven on November 1. She was beautiful and small, profoundly touched my life.

I'm sure you've heard a pregant woman say it when asked the question, "Do you want a boy or a girl?" "It doesn't really matter, as long as it's healthy." What obsurdity. Undoubtedly, Abby taught me that love has nothing to do with healthy, but that love has to do with everything.

She never took a breath. She won't spit out peas and she won't learn to crawl. Her mom doesn't know the sound of her cry or what her baby babble would have sounded like. Yet, I believe that God creates each of us for a purpose. And I believe that Abby's reach is wide, and her impact on the world will still be powerful. That's the profoundness of life.