Amaza died of chicken pox. It seems crazy to me. I remember when I had chicken pox. Of course it was uncomfortable but the little red spots were silly and after a few days it was over. I won't pretend that I know why it wasn't that way for Amaza, I'm obviously not a doctor. Somehow Amaza's little body just couldn't handle the chicken pox. I've been told that the rest of the 10 kids have chicken pox as well.
I really don't know what else to say. Honestly my brain can't wrap around this. There is so much that I don't know. I don't know how sick the other kids are. I don't know who holds and comforts those sweet babies that just lost a brother and are hurting physically as well. I don't know who holds and comforts the mother that just lost her son and has 9 other sick children to care for and worry about. I don't know what I would do or feel if I were in her shoes.
But I do know one thing. One thing that will never change.
God is holding every single one of those kids. God is holding that mom. God is holding all of us, and He loves us. We are exactly where we need to be in the arms of the savior.
"For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord." (Romans 8:38, 39 ESV)
That is what I know. That is what I am holding onto. That is a promise!
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