Better is one day

I can see him so clearly. Lying naked and cold in a plastic bag. Crying and squirming because he is uncomfortable and hungry. Longing to be let out, picked up, fed, and loved. The deepest desire of all hearts - to know we are loved, cared for, important and secure.
Today God gave me this vision of the little boy who passed away Sunday. In my blog post on Sunday, I said why didn't God just take him home when he was in the bag rather than make us all love this little boy only to take him home 41 days later, but as I began to really think it through, I realized that is not what I really wanted. If I had found a bag with a dead little baby, I know that my heart would have just bled for the child. Never having the loving, tender touch of a caregiver. Never hearing sweet words whispered in his ear or a song sung to calm him down. Only a cold plastic bag as his only touch, the sound of the wind rustling the bag his only song, and the sound of passerbys who never knew he existed as his words. No, I do not want that for any child.
While the pain is still raw and my tears are still fresh, better is one day, week, month or year to love and be loved than for a cold heartless death on this earth for any of God's precious little ones.