Every life is valuable. There is a larger purpose to our lives beyond the here and now. Our physical existence is secondary to our eternal significance.
I believe these statements; I think I always have. But I am learning how incredibly true they are right now.
My friend lost her sweet baby girl this week. Anne had special medical needs, and she experienced a lot of suffering in her short life. Too much. But her life was no less valuable than any of ours -- she had a special purpose during her short stay here in our world. She fulfilled it.
Who else can bind our hearts together, can make us see the world in a completely different light, can cause us to appreciate those small graces all around us, can teach us real compassion, can make us overlook the insignificant annoyances, can inspire us to fight, can teach us that every breath is a miracle, can remind us of the very, very few things in life that matter at all . . .
Only sweet little Anne and kids like her, who were dealt what we see as an unfair hand. But she touched more lives and fulfilled a greater eternal purpose than most of us will ever dream of. Our hearts might be broken, but hers isn't any more.
Her little life, from its very beginning, mattered. I just believe that.