A couple of years ago I shared a story that I had never publicly voiced. It was the story of the trial of the still birth of our second daughter, Ashley Marie. Today, July 2nd, makes that experience 23 years old, but the tenderness of the loss and the sweetness of God’s presence are just as fresh today as they were all those years ago. It took me three days to tell my story. I shared it Here, here and here – in case you didn’t read it.
I don’t linger on “what might have been” if she had lived, but I do relish the memory of my second-born, on my one child who has preceded me in death. She is already in the presence of my Savior. She’s never known the heaviness of sin or the weight of guilt; only the sweetness of the love of her Creator. She is not an angel, she is a soul whom God took home before her life on this earth got bogged down with the curse of sin.
Today, I write to recognize that there is a third Cunningham daughter, though the only tangible remembrance of her is a tiny grave in Cambridge City, Indiana. She also lives in the hearts and memory of her parents who loved her the moment they knew she was growing in the womb. The greatest part of her life is the eternal part in which we will also take part when either the Lord calls us home, or when He returns for us with the shout, the voice and the trumpet blast! We will be together again with no more partings…what a day that will be!
Ashley Marie Cunningham 7/2/87