January 1, 2018
This is a poem, written by Esther Keim, after her miscarriage on Valentine’s Day, 1996. Writing this poem helped a lot with the emotional healing of the heart.
I was glad to know that you named me Little Star,
As it will help me when I shine for you in a land afar.
Just to know that you cared enough for me,
Even though you knew I'd never be.
Thanks, big bro and sis for praying for me
Even tho' you will never get to hold me on earth;
And I am sure you're sorry I had to die.
I'll be waiting for you in my home beyond the sky.
And I'm sure my mother and my dad
Were wondering would I be good or would I be bad;
Now they don't have to worry at all,
As I'm already in heaven having a ball.
Even tho' you'll miss holding me in your arms,
I have a better home beyond the stars.
—Signed, Little Star
In 2 Samuel 12:22-23, King David said: ...While the child was yet alive, I fasted and wept: for I said, who can tell whether GOD will be gracious to me, that the child may live? But now he is dead, wherefore should I fast? can I bring him back again? I shall go to him, but he shall not return to me.
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