So you thought you won. Deceived yourself again, just like with Jesus’ death. You thought this was the end. You thought that by asking for my baby’s life you have conquered.

But once again, you were wrong.

Yes, we miss our baby and we are devastated. Devastated he can’t enjoy the beauty of this world. Devastated he didn’t get to meet people we love. He didn’t get a chance to show them his quirky and beautiful personality.

We miss his presence. We miss touching him, we miss holding him, we miss smelling him, tickling him, cuddling him. Feeding him. Playing with him. Laughing with him.

We feel incomplete. We feel a profound sadness that covers everything we do in a layer of grey, like thick and choking dust. We feel lost. We feel desolate.

But I also feel God’s presence and favour in these dark days. I almost heard Him whispering today: “Anything. Anything you want, ask from my hand. I will give you.”

And just like Solomon, I will not ask for gold, nor possessions. I will ask for souls! I will ask for plunder! I will ask for a ravage in your camp!

A season of grace. A season of comforting following our immeasurable loss. A season of taking back.

No, I know I can’t take my baby son back. He is safe where he is. But I will take back ten fold…a hundred fold…a thousand fold.

You have been messing with my hubby’s mind. Threatened with more destruction. But let me tell you the Truth. “Him who is in us is stronger”, sooooo much stronger than you!

So you thought you won. Deceived yourself again. You messed with the wrong woman. You claimed the wrong baby! You watch and see the favour of The Lord!