I will extol you, O Lord, for you have drawn me up and have not let my foes rejoice over me.
O Lord my God, I cried to you for help, and you have healed me.
O Lord, you have brought up my soul from Sheol; you restored me to life from among those who go down to the pit.
Sing praises to the Lord, O you his saints, and give thanks to his holy name.
For his anger is but for a moment, and his favor is for a lifetime.
Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy comes with the morning.
I had been watching the sweet baby sleep since one o’clock, occasionally dozing myself and then starting awake to see her little face. Her chest was moving up and down, up and down.
While I was watching, I saw her movements change, slow and stop.
“This is it,” I thought. The moment had come.
I woke Chris and said, “Here, come hold Ellie.”
He took her and sat in our rocking chair and we held her, crying and watching her last few feeble breaths. Watching her go completely still.
Her pulse was faint… almost nonexistent.
We quietly cried thinking our private thoughts…
Minute after minute seemed to pass.
Cough. Sputter. Cough.
Old Ellie. Staring, looking and squeaking at us.
Um… could you folks feed me please?
Thank you Lord Jesus.
I don’t know what today will hold. But I am thankful for a 4 am reprieve. Another outfit change.
Another chance to feel her breathe in and out.
A wonderful way to start Christmas Eve Day.
Love to you all… will keep you posted.