Everything That Has Breath

Yesterday, I had to go back to the building where Finn was born for a doctor appointment. It was bittersweet to walk through the same doors I walked out of just a couple of months ago empty-handed, into the only building where Finn was ever with me outside of the womb. Emotionally it was quite turbulent for me. I filled out my appointment paperwork in the waiting area. The prior pregnancies section is still really hard to see summarized on paper:

My silent prayer for strength was answered by this verse on the wall, one of my all-time favorites:


As I sat waiting for my appointment, I heard a recording from the hospital director play over the sound system. Most of the message was muffled and hard to understand, but one part stood out very clearly: “Let everything that has breath praise the Lord.” As a popular song is written:

It’s Your breath in our lungs
So we pour out our praise
We pour out our praise
It’s Your breath in our lungs
So we pour out our praise
To You only

You give life, You are love
You bring light to the darkness
You give hope, You restore
Every heart that is broken

Great are You, Lord

I praise Him because the hope I have in Him gives me the strength to endure and persevere. As long as I have breath, my purpose is to bring glory to God through His plan for my life, for that is the best way I can honor Finn. And Finn, though he never took a single breath of air, is more alive than I am. I don’t know how much light he could see in the womb or even if his eyes worked at all, but now he sees the Light and the Giver of Life. I don’t know what his voice would have sounded like, but what joy he must feel as he sings praises to our Creator!

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