Little Anastasha, only about 207 days old, despite her likely terminal diagnosis of anencephaly, continues to grow and prosper in her mom’s womb.
And, she continues to bless her parents, her siblings, her family, and all of who are able to follow her journey and pray for she and her family.
Her daddy, Dr. Craig DeLisi, has only sent out a brief update this week. But, it’s a powerful one:
This song has ministered to me a lot lately. Rather than looking at the pain of our situation, I want to dwell on God and Who He is. This song is simple but profound. It’s a beautiful song about how precious our brokenness is to God, performed by someone who I suspect knows that place well. You can watch a video of the song here.
Better than a Hallelujah
Amy Grant
God loves a lullaby
In a mothers tears in the dead of night
Better than a Hallelujah sometimes.
God loves a drunkards cry,
The soldiers plea not to let him die
Better than a Hallelujah sometimes.
We pour out our miseries
God just hears a melody
Beautiful the mess we are
The honest cries of breaking hearts
Are better than a Hallelujah
The woman holding on for life,
The dying man giving up the fight
Are better than a Hallelujah sometimes
The tears of shame for what’s been done,
The silence when the words won’t come
Are better than a Hallelujah sometimes.
We pour out our miseries
God just hears a melody.
Beautiful the mess we are
The honest cries of breaking hearts
Are better than a Hallelujah
Better than a church bell ringing,
Better than a choir singing out,singing out.
We pour out our miseries
God just hears a melody
Beautiful the mess we are
The honest cries of breaking hearts
Are better than a Hallelujah
Here’s the entire series of amazing stories: