They were perfectly formed, these precious twins, and beautiful. Brother and sister.
They passed away 20 weeks after conception. She died in the womb, he made it for just a few moments after being born.
As my wife and I stood in the hospital room beside the two babies and the mother, with the father on the other side, they asked if we would do a funeral service for them.
The ministry is a roller coaster of emotions. Some days I get to see people at their happiest; on others I am privileged to be there for them when their world is falling apart. Honestly, the latter of those days, while the most needful, are often also the most draining.
One simply cannot truly minister to hurting people without feeling some of what they feel. What does one say to parents who just said goodbye to two precious babies?