Memorial for the Morrison Babies

August 10th, 2007...two months exactly from when the Morrison6 were born. This was a day that I've been dreading but at the same time relieved that it's come and gone! We had a memorial service at Bethany Church for Lucia Rae, Bennet Ryan, Tryg Brenton, Lincoln Sean, Cadence Alana and the Morrison family. It was precious and heartbreaking. I can't believe it's already been 2 months! It's weird how it's seems like forever ago and just yesterday.

These five babies captured my heart from the moment I knew they were growing in Brianna's belly. I prayed for them all the time. It was like I had been given the opportunity to witness a miracle in slow motion...does that make sense? I was seeing the wonder of the babies growing, her belly stretching, and her heart preparing for all them.

After they were born...I fell in love. So tiny and yet, fully alive. I felt like I was looking into the face of a miracle (or 6)!

The songs the Morrison's chose for the memorial really sums it up with all the words I would want to write:

Blessed be your name In the land that is plentiful Where the streams of abundance flow Blessed be your name

Blessed be your name When I'm found in the desert place Though I walk through the wilderness Blessed be your name

Every blessing you pour out, I turn back to praise When the darkness closes in, Lord Still I will say... Blessed be the name of the Lord Blessed be your name Blessed be the name of the Lord Blessed be your glorious name

Blessed be your name When the sun's shining down on me When the world's all as it should be Blessed be your name

Blessed be your name On the road marked with suffering Though there's pain in the offering Blessed be your name

Every blessing you pour out, I turn back to praise When the darkness closes in, Lord Still I will say... Blessed be the name of the Lord Blessed be your name Blessed be the name of the Lord Blessed be your glorious name

You give and take away You give and take away My heart will choose to say Lord, Blessed be your name

And the old hymn, "It is well!" I was looking for the hymn and found the story behind the song...amazing.

This hymn was writ­ten af­ter two ma­jor trau­mas in Spaf­ford’s life. The first was the great Chi­ca­go Fire of Oc­to­ber 1871, which ru­ined him fi­nan­cial­ly (he had been a weal­thy bus­i­ness­man). Short­ly af­ter, while cross­ing the At­lan­tic, all four of Spaf­ford’s daugh­ters died in a col­li­sion with an­o­ther ship. Spaf­ford’s wife Anna sur­vived and sent him the now fa­mous tel­e­gram, “Saved alone.” Sev­er­al weeks lat­er, as Spaf­ford’s own ship passed near the spot where his daugh­ters died, the Ho­ly Spir­it in­spired these words. They speak to the eter­nal hope that all be­liev­ers have, no mat­ter what pain and grief be­fall them on earth.

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When peace, like a river, attendeth my way, When sorrows like sea billows roll; Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say, It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Refrain

It is well, with my soul, It is well, with my soul, It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come, Let this blest assurance control, That Christ has regarded my helpless estate, And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

Refrain

My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought! My sin, not in part but the whole, Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more, Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

Refrain

For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live: If Jordan above me shall roll, No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.

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But, Lord, ‘tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait, The sky, not the grave, is our goal; Oh trump of the angel! Oh voice of the Lord! Blessèd hope, blessèd rest of my soul!

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And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight, The clouds be rolled back as a scroll; The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend, Even so, it is well with my soul.

It's been a hard 2 months and I know the road ahead will have many bumps. But I smile when I think about pouring tons of love on Sylas Christopher...he will never lack for kisses and hugs!

Please continue to pray for this precious family!

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