{"id":234,"date":"2008-03-18T23:06:42","date_gmt":"2008-03-19T03:06:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/pdweaver.com\/blog\/?p=234"},"modified":"2008-03-20T19:53:15","modified_gmt":"2008-03-20T23:53:15","slug":"gods-comfort","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/pdweaver.com\/blog\/?p=234","title":{"rendered":"God&#8217;s Comfort"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>As the days pass by, I am constantly in amazement of God.\u00c2\u00a0 There are so many little things that have happened and continue to happen, that prove to us God&#8217;s sovereignty in this experience.\u00c2\u00a0 He has ways of comforting us in our grief that can only be His ways.\u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Yesterday morning, the phone rang, and when I answered it, I heard the beautiful sound of new lungs serenading the arrival of life, and the voice of a\u00c2\u00a0Daddy that was too happy to even be tired.\u00c2\u00a0 \u00c2\u00a0I knew &#8230; it was our dear friends, Daniel and Rosalyn.\u00c2\u00a0 They called to annouce the arrival of their darling baby boy, Brian Eric.\u00c2\u00a0 This call brought another kind of tears, tears of joy that have deeper meaning than those shed at other births.\u00c2\u00a0 Brian&#8217;s big sister, Janelle Dawn, is celebrating the streets of gold with Isaac today.\u00c2\u00a0 She left this world in December of 2006 at just three months of age.\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u00c2\u00a0I was in awe of\u00c2\u00a0God.\u00c2\u00a0 Daniel and Rosalyn, who well know the path of tears and pain that death of a loved one brings, as well as God&#8217;s overwhelming grace during such a time &#8230; 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