Faster than the fireweed comes and goes, Yahweh gave and then took away the little one in my womb. I was so excited to find out that I was pregnant with our fourth about three weeks ago. I dreamed that he was another boy! This past weekend, I miscarried. Sad, so very sad . . . but I have felt the Father’s comfort through the sadness in a powerful way. Not one tear fell from my eyes that He didn’t see, there was not one sad thought that He didn’t know, and not one moment of surprise for Him in what happened. He saw, He knew, He felt, and He carried me through. Now I see all the more how close He really is and how blessed I really am. How can I not praise Him with all that He has blessed me with . . . a loving husband who has been thoughtful beyond words, three sweet boys that keep me smiling, a physically painless miscarriage (didn’t even know that was possible), family that has lifted me up in prayer . . . so praises to the Giver of life, to the One who gave and took away our little one only to take him to the best place he could ever be, in His loving arms. We have a little treasure up in Heaven now. Yahweh is good, all the time . . . even when He takes away.