The lost baby.
This morning, after two weeks of emotional silence, I decided to quietly share with God that I am angry. It was a quiet conversation, not the type where you yell at God, because my anger isn't directed anywhere. In our exchange I was reminded of how in the past I thought it was unfair to David and Bathsheba's child that he had to die because of their sin. This morning though that story came to mind and the idea that the child didn't grieve because the child went straight to heaven. An infant that is lost doesn't grieve. It doesn't seem unfair to him or her because the infant knows of nothing different. Mother's womb to glorious heavenly embrace of the Eternal Parent. There is no loss to the child, only gain.