Elizabeth Pearl Davis

Elizabeth lived for a few minutes before her underdeveloped lungs failed her. I was present in the delivery room and had the privilege of baptizing her.

Who can understand the anguish of unrealized dreams?
What color would her hair have been? 
   Her eyes? 
What would her voice have sounded like?
What would she have looked like in her prom dress 
    or her wedding gown?
These dreams will only remain unrealized.
Who can understand the pain of unfulfilled promises? 
Where is the child so carefully planned for?
   So desired? 
    So wanted?
Elisabeth Pearl was a child given by God with so much promise.
The promise of a child – a child to hold and love…
   a child to nourish and watch grow up
Who can understand the grief of lost hope? 
The difficulty of the pregnancy. 
   The efforts to make this a successful pregnancy.
    The attempts to stop the labor, to make the pains cease.
Who can understand the loneliness 
   that shrouds Lisa and Scot in their disappointment? 

   Who can ease the burden they carry?
    Who can console them?
     There is one.
    One who gathers his little ones as a mother hen.
    One whose rod and staff comfort us.
    One who faced the loss of his own dear Son.
     A Son given us for the healing of the nations.
     A Son who has risen with healing in his wings.
      A Son who is the Lord of Lords… 
         the king of kings…
     The One who is called Savior, Redeemer, and Lord.
   Have you seen his grief?
     The pain that he bore?
    He has seen yours and he makes it his own.

   Receive his consolation.
    Know that he has felt your sorrows.

   He has prepared a place – a place for us.
   It is a place where only God’s people will live…
    and where the unrighteous will never enter.
   It is a place where all tears are wiped away.
   It is a place where there is no pain…
    no sorrow…
     no grief…
      where suffering is no more.
   It is a place of peace and glory…
   It is where Elizabeth lives.

last updated - December 26, 1997