This is Bella with her smile some minutes before going to Heaven to be with Jesus
"Little Bella, You know that we love You!
Just yesterday we attended the anniversary service at Valmiera Church.
You went to the Sunday school. Afterwards You came, sat next to mummy
and drew little hearts in your new notebook. Mummy whisper
ed
to You, „I love You. You are beautiful. You will be a singer…” The
service went on, and You moved to the front row to sit next to me. You
drew little flowers. I whispered into Your ear, „I love You. You are
very beautiful.” We told You these words often. We told You often that
Jesus loves You! So often You would come up to me or mummy, snuggle up
to us and say in the way only You could, „I love you!” Thank You.
Quite often You would sing to Yourself the song with this refrain, „I
come, I come to you, Jesus! You are my Joy, when I don’t have it, You
are my Strength when I am weak, You are my Friend when I am alone, You
are MY GOD!” Once I was tired and harsh, and You started singing this
song quietly to Yourself… I felt ashamed.
After the service You ran around with Your sisters and other children in
the backyard, full of sunlight. We all were there. Mum took a nice
picture of You. Of Your light, lovely face, of Your blue eyes. You are
so beautiful!
Often I would ask You, „Why are You so beautiful?” You would say, „God
made me so.”
We said goodbye to people, started walking towards the car, You ran a
couple steps ahead of us and… You were fighting for Your next breath. We
tried to bring You back, apply artificial breathing, move You… Many
people around us prayed to God and called on Jesus’ Name!
A moment later You were in reanimation room... In the hallway, behind a
glass wall, I collapsed on my knees and prayed to Jesus to whom we have
prayed to together so often. Mummy and Your sisters prayed in the car. I
prayed, prayed – but then I put You into the arms of the Heavenly
Father. This thought startled me, I did not understand from where these
words came to me. But even though people in reanimation were fighting
for Your life, it seemed that at that moment Your soul went to Heaven.
A moment later we were standing by Your bed. Artificial breathing had
been applied to You, but Your little heart had stopped beating. I kissed
Your forehead and, as every night before going to bed, drew a little
sign of the cross on Your forehead. You always wanted it big and, if I
made it small, You corrected me…
Now You are a singer in Heaven. You sing for the glory of God!
Hallelujah!
We have so many memories! We drove home, it was raining and we cried. So
much we did not want to part from You! You made us so rich, and Your
going Home has given us many gifts. So many incomprehensible, beautiful
memories… How You danced, sang, how You could put together a puzzle by
Yourself for a long time…
Oh, dear, You are with Jesus, and You are very well now. You were with
us for a little more than 4 years. But Your little life, with Your
little feet has left deep, lasting and big footsteps.
We will never be the same again. God will use You and Your going Home
for His Glory. There are many things we do not understand and cannot
comprehend but I believe that many will be in Heaven because of You! You
in Your four years have done more than I in my almost 40. Already in
this life we will see how God has used You. Many things we will see only
in Heaven.
It seems to me that already today You saved a crumbling family and two
boys will again have a dad who lives for God’s Glory…
Oh, dear Bella!
We will bid farewell to You on Thursday, August 30 at 15:00 in Uzava,
Your and our summer home “Nikaži”. There You ran, swung, danced, sang,
fed little sheep, trained the big dog, helped in all country work,
helped grandma and grandpa, walked around clinging to me… Then we will
go the cemetery by the seaside. But, as Gabite and I discussed when I
was holding her on my lap, You are sitting in Jesus’ lap now, and Jesus
tells You, „I LOVE YOU! YOU ARE VERY BEAUTIFUL!”
BELLIŅ, You often met me when I came home from work, ran to meet me in
the backyard yelling, „Daddy!” As long as God will grant me, I will
still work here and then I will come home from work and You will run to
meet us! Mummy and I love You very much! You will always be in our
hearts until we meet again!
Thank You!
The Lord has given, The Lord has taken away. Blessed be the Name of the
Lord!"
by Peteris Sprogis
