Today I want to remember all the loved ones that have gone on ahead of us to our King of Kings. Ten years ago a baby boy was brought into this world. This baby boy was my brother. He was so tiny and lifeless, but we could clearly define his features. We named him Yosef. My father built a tiny little coffin and a few days later we laid his body to rest with loving friends surrounding us.
That was ten years ago. I can hardly believe it. The other day I was sitting on our couch when Yosef came to mind and I realized his birthday anniversary was in a couple days. I realized he would have been ten years old … double digits … the age every child looks forward to! As I sat there, my heart ached. I love my little brother and I wanted to give him a big hug. I wondered what he would look like, what color his hair and eyes would be. Would he be counting the inches until he was taller than me? 🙂 What personality would he have had?
To tell the truth, for many years I never really loved our Yosef. When he was stillborn, I was so young and I did not really take it to heart that he was my brother just like Tommy and Samuel are. The birth was life-threatening for my mother and so at the time being, I was more concerned about her. In the following years I would think of my brother, but it was hard for me to truly love someone whom I had never really met. But in the last few years the Father has changed that.
I have come to truly love my brother. I have come to realize there is a missing piece in my life – my brother. I have come to realize that it is completely fine and good to cry when the tears come to my eyes while thinking of him. He is my BROTHER! I used to wonder why the Father took Yosef home at such a young age but now I realize, it does not really matter! The Father’s plan is always best and I know there is no better place in the whole universe for Yosef to be, because he is with our wonderful Savior. Yes, it would have been a joy to have another little brother here in our home, but he is in a much better place and I am happy for him! I am thankful he never had to face this sinful world and all the temptations that are in it. He is privileged to be an innocent child living in Glory! Thank you Father.
Sometimes it is hard to remember the birth of my brother, it is often easier to try and forget something that is painful rather than to remember and embrace it. Even though Yosef never took one breath, he was fearfully and wonderfully made and he has a special place in our family. We love you, Yosef, and are looking forward to the day when we are reunited!
There are many other babies who have been miscarried, stillborn, aborted, etc. and I just want to take time to remember them. I think too often we do not fully remember and love these little blessings for who they are. May the Father forgive us for that. May we truly remember them and love them for who they are, because they are sons and daughters of our Almighty God. May we remember and rejoice that they were counted worthy to live in Glory!
“But Yeshua said, ‘Let the little children come to Me, and do not forbid them; for of such is the kingdom of heaven.’” Matthew 19:14