|ingredients for our banana splits|
|Luke with his banana split|
|My banana split minus the banana that I am allergic to!|
|Tori enjoying her banana split|
I can not imagine the pain that his family and friends are feeling right now. I can't imagine how they navigate forward from this point. Although I only know Diane through her facebook page and the things she posts there, she seems to be a strong woman, but the thing I can't tell is if she truly doesn't believe in God or if she is just so profoundly angry (and rightfully so) that she seemed upset at those people offering up prayers. I can't imagine being in the place where she is right now and not having God and my faith to lean on. I can not imagine being THAT alone.
After Tori was born, all I could do was pray. There was nothing I could physically do to fix her. I could only pour out to my Lord my despair, my fear, my angry, my hopes that he would guide the hands of those who could fix her. I would sit in the lactation (breastfeeding) room, the only place that you could truly be alone in the RCNIC, and sob and rant at God as I pumped milk for my daughter. On one day, when I was at the lowest of lows, I even begged Him, pleaded with Him that if he wasn't going to let me bring my daughter home that I needed Him to bring her home to Him now. I couldn't bear the pain any longer. And ashamed as I am that I prayed that prayer, I am grateful that I was able to pray it and know that my heavenly Father would welcome His child, His daughter, home. The prayers of my church family, of friends, of strangers sustained me during those months.
And in case you are wondering, yes, I have prayed for Diane and Ryan and their family since I first found their facebook page. I have cried tears for a child I have never met and ache for a mother and the unbearable loss she must bear....I did the only thing that I could......I prayed!