A Sad Week

It's been a sad week for our family. We are in La Crete right now, awaiting the funeral of Myla Mary Faith, Becky and Gordie's little girl that passed away on Friday, April 20, after they had just two short days with her. Myla had Trisomy 13 - one of the worst if not the worst diagnosis that an expectant mother can be given for her child. There is so little hope given when this diagnosis is discovered, but we all hoped and prayed there would be a miracle. Unfortunately, there was no miracle.

This last week has been about trying to help, wishing there was something we could do to ease their pain. Unfortunately, there is so little we can do for Becky and Gordie during this time, except just be there for them and pray for them.

Everyone knows the "perfect" song for this situation, a song that can bring comfort and healing in such a time of pain. I have one such song as well. I've pasted the lyrics and had intentions of posting the actual song to listen to, but apparently that isn't exactly possible to do legally so we've just posted a sample of it that we found online. I've changed a few of the words to suit their situation and put them in brackets.

Myla Mary Faith Banman
April 18, 2007 - April 20, 2007



Held - Natalie Grant

"Held"
Natalie Grant

Two (days) is too little.
They let (her) go.
They had no sudden healing.
To think that providence would
Take a child from (her) mother while she prays
Is appalling.

Who told us we’d be rescued?
What has changed and why should we be saved from nightmares?
We’re asking why this happens
To us who have died to live?
It’s unfair.

Chorus:
This is what it means to be held.
How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive.
This is what it is to be loved.
And to know that the promise was
When everything fell we’d be held.

This hand is bitterness.
We want to taste it, let the hatred NUMB our sorrow.
The wise hands opens slowly to lilies of the valley and tomorrow.

(Chorus)
This is what it means to be held.
How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive.
This is what it is to be loved.
And to know that the promise was
When everything fell we’d be held.

Bridge:
If hope is born of suffering.
If this is only the beginning.
Can we not wait for one hour watching for our Savior?

(Chorus)
This is what it means to be held.
How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive.
This is what it is to be loved.
And to know that the promise was
When everything fell we’d be held.