Today marks three years since the death of our first baby. Since then we've been so happy to add two little girls to our family, but the happiness doesn't take away the sadness of losing a child. I'm feeling it especially strongly this year since it's like we've lost two other little ones in releasing Little Guy and Little Sister from our care.
Something that is almost unbelievable to me is that in the three years since my miscarriage I have known of eight other babies who have died as miscarriages or stillbirths. Feeling that sadness with those moms who fought so hard to keep their babies alive while in the meantime seeing parents in the fostering system practically giving away their beautiful children has been a frustrating thing for me to grapple with.
When we lost our first baby and then when we decided to move Little Guy and Little Sister to a new home, our prayer was constantly that we would have peace with our situation. I was going through Philippians this year with my bible study and many of us found comfort in Paul's words:
"Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God,which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus."
Philippians 4:6,7
If you know someone who has miscarried, let them know that you loved their baby. And for heaven's sake, don't tell them not to worry about it because they can have another one.
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