Though many of the women I know had miscarried, I had never lost a baby. I knew from scripture that babies go to heaven, but I hadn't before thought deeply about what form these unborn babies have there. The Bible doesn't say. Though I do not take my theology from books and movies, I was intrigued by the story in "Heaven's For Real" where the little boy who saw heaven was being hugged by a girl he didn't know. She said she was his sister who died in their mommy's tummy. She looked like his other sister and her age fit the years since the miscarriage. Surely God would not leave these tiny ones in embryonic form where they could not experience the wonders of heaven. I have asked the Lord that when I die, Peanut is one of the first people I see. Though I call the baby Peanut, I think of him/her as a rosebud.
The Rosebud
In God’s garden, there is a place
where tiny rosebuds bloom--
the babies, not yet fully formed,
who leave the earth before they’re born,
gone early from the womb.
My grandchild is among them now,
a rosebud picked too soon,
just partly formed, but wholly loved
and when we meet in heaven above
I know I’ll see the bloom.
To Peanut--miscarried 1/21/15
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