Imaginatorium

Heather and her Jesus bear

Heather was only three when the Lord took her home. She would have turned 7 this year.

Although 4 years have passed since this beautiful little girl lost her fight to cancer, my heart still aches for her family- and a future that could have been. Her family saw her through almost two years of needles, tests, and chemo. I followed the updates almost daily, praying for a miracle… God, apparently, wanted her home.

Even today, I don’t know how to respond. My heart is torn with grief, yet I struggle to cry. A co-worker told me that crying is OK… all I want to do is run. Apparently, I felt the same way when I first found out.

I feel really numb. I tried running away for a bit- went to Dr Stevens’ house. It was nice hanging with them for a while. I also called up my friends in Detroit and talked to them. They were the ones that notified me about Heather. They are really upset about it all… I still don’t know how to feel. -My xanga, Aug 28, 2004

I don’t know why God allows children to die. I don’t know how He listens to the tears and pain of mothers and fathers who are not ready to let go of their little ones. If I were an outsider, I would scream “WHY” and succumb to the pain- but I’m not. I know that only in death can we truly live. Heather is no longer in pain, she no longer deals with needles and drugs. She is safe in the arms of Jesus- far from the terrors of this world. Her story has reached thousands of people, and it continues to impact her family daily as they turn to Christ for support. It is days like today where I find myself holding onto Him with all I have left.

“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 that when everything fell
We’d be held”-Natalie Grant