Learning to Trust the Designer & His Plans for us

  This weekend past our family experienced the loss of our precious unborn baby. 

You may have read this post where I shared the exciting news regarding my mom’s seventh pregnancy.  But the Lord had different plans for us and He decided to take our little one home to be with Him rather than allowing my mother to carry to full term.

It certainly isn’t easy to accept something that we may see as an error, but over and over again we realise that the Lord is indeed the one who orchestrates everything, and that this miscarriage was definitely not a mistake.  Nor did it take Him by surprise...

The Lord wants us to trust Him; to have complete faith in His abilities and to rely on Him for all our needs.  Last night I again was reminded to leave everything in our Father’s hands when I turned to Psalm 37 whilst reading my Bible.  The words ‘trust’, ‘commit’ and ‘be still’ stood out to me as I went over them. 

Whatever we may be going through as a family, we can rest and be sure that the Lord is there and that He is grieving right alongside us.

Much love,

Kelly-Anne

A Tribute to Zak

Zak: So energetic, lively, fun. He made life into a game, kept us all smiling at his fun antics and kept us fit running around after soccer balls and playing Frisbee. I miss you, my friend. Never in my life have I met such a crazy pup as you, and you filled such a special place in our hearts.

Zak’s story started when we left the Langkloof at the beginning of last year. Beth came running into the house shouting: “Guess what, mom? I’m getting a puppy!” Mom looked at me, I looked at mom. A puppy…hmm this should be fun.

So Zak came home and guess who had to prepare his bed, take him to the loo all hours of the night and comfort his lonely heart by allowing him into her bed? You guessed right – me! I didn’t mind though, he had captured my heart.

During our time on the small-holding in Kraaibosch, he showed us how to play soccer and have fun. He loved his family but didn’t like going to the beach. He loved ice-cream and squishy cone that Rebekah didn’t want to finish (…and us neither!). He wanted to be part of the family.

Zak did school too. He sat on the bench while the little ones painted; he played bubbles with mom and Rebekah. He picked berries and ate them, and, as I mentioned earlier, he LOVED soccer and was a real pro at it too. He hardly needed to be trained to sit and lie down. He was easy in that regard. I am grateful that he was around to alert us of snakes lurking in our garden and he followed me wherever I went.

Zak was put down three weeks ago after contracting parvovirus. Even though he was a fighter, it was too much for his little body to endure. I will always miss him.

Kelly-Anne