Kaiyah Rain

In honor of one little Miss Kaiyah Rain Powell, “full of Grace”, who passed from this side after a mere 8 weeks and 2 days of joy in the comfort of her mother’s womb, and whose story of beauty and priceless worth has permanently altered me, and to her parents and siblings, whose friendship grows more precious by the day, I offer the following entirely inadequate memorial, in utmost humility, admiration, and hope, quoted from one upon whose words I could hardly improve, with all glory intended solely for He who alone makes life and does all things well:

“. . . After this, it was noised abroad that Mr. Valiant-for-truth was taken with a Summons by the same Post as the other, and had this for a Token that the Summons was true, That his pitcher was broken at the Fountain.  When he understood it, he called for his Friends, and told them of it.  Then said he, I am going to my Father’s, and tho’ with great difficulty I am got hither, yet now I do not repent me of all the Trouble I have been at to arrive where I am.  My Sword I give to him that shall succeed me in my Pilgrimage, and my courage and my Skill to him that can get it.  My Marks and Scars I carry with me, to be a witness for me that I have fought his Battles who now will be my Rewarder.

“When the day that he must go hence was come, many accompanied him to the River-side, into which as he went he said, ‘Death, where is thy Sting?’  And as he went down deeper he said, ‘Grave, where is thy Victory?’  So he passed over, and all the Trumpets sounded for him on the other side . . .”  — John Bunyan, Pilgrims Progress

One thought on “Kaiyah Rain”

  1. thank you, dale.

    and thank you Jesus for life in the fullest possible way. i want this and nothing more: “to know you and the power of your resurrection and the fellowship with your suffering being conformed to your death.” life fully and completely, just as you yourself lived, died, and rose again, “the sun of righteousness, with healing in your wings.” with healing in your wings that we may all go free, “bursting with energy like colts, frisky and frolicking.” may it be so. may it be so.

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