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The Price of Bought Sense

My grandmother used to always say, "Bought sense is better than told." What she was saying was that some knowledge could only be "bought," or experienced. However, sometimes the cost is too great.

For the fourth time this year, my heart is heavy with the news of another death. My best friend's sister lost her son in the fifth month of pregnancy. Even though she lost a baby last year, this one was way more painful for her. Not only had she begun to show, but she had to go through full-fledged labor to deliver the child.

My friend, who is handling the funeral arrangements, found out today that a mother's life insurance doesn't cover her unborn child. That means that my friend and her family are going to have to come out of their pockets to cover the cost of burying this baby who never saw the light of day.

When a baby's on the way, everyone in the family is involved. Even the children. My friend's nephew was so excited about the prospect of having another boy to play with. He has a sister and a girl cousin. Even though this baby would've been his cousin, he kept insisting that he would be his brother. Today they had to tell the child that his brother wasn't going to come home. He asked, "I won't have a brother now?" My friend had to explain that while the baby would always be a part of their family, he was sleeping in Heaven now.

Every situation in our lives happens to teach us something. However, sometimes the lessons are so painful that we'd rather forgo the knowledge. I know my friend and her family feel this way today. Please join me in praying for them as they go through this trying time.

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