What I felt for this family was not just sadness at their loss (which of course I felt) but also I felt the awesome power that one tiny life had. This little girl Isabella, never even saw outside of the hospital, yet she and her parents touched so many lives. Through her I love my children more purely and have drawn closer to God and the idea of living for what really matters.
I can't help but notice that this one little girl had this effect on plenty others than just me, and it made me wonder about my impact after 26 years of life that didn't hold a candle to Isabella's 90 odd days of life. I hope to hold myself accountable to that, and in a twisted way to use this blog to help facilitate that. My children share so many wonderful things with me, that I want to tell their and my stories to hopefully uplift and/or share with others.
Phew. That was probably a little "deep" for a first post, but give me a break, I am after all the daughter of a preacher. I can't help it, it's in the genes.