God is Good
It looks better in person.
I woke up to an outpouring of love today complete with a full in-box. . . from so many of you. You shared your stories. You told me of your prayers. You stressed your support. I don’t feel so alone on this journey. I felt community. I felt God working through you all . . . using your gifts to encourage me. My husband thanks you.
It was a struggle to write of my pain. But I am so glad that I did. I had a thought as to why miscarriage is such a lonely path. Death surrounds it. We go to funerals. But do we know what to say? So rather than saying something stupid, often we still stay something stupid. And after someone has died, rather than ask the closest loved one how they are doing and dealing with their loss . . . we ask someone else who is well acquainted with the sad individual.
And when innocence dies . . . it is even harder to adults to tackle the communication barrier. Not to mention all of the various beliefs people have about when life begins . . . I hope you are able to readily access my belief in the initiation of God’s human plan. So rather than offend, shock, or become uncomfortable we stay quiet. Who wants to talk about something painful anyway?
I do. I did. And if any of you have stories to share . . . I soooo encourage you to prayerfully consider telling someone–be it God, your journal, a blog, a pastor, a friend, a spouse. Don’t keep silent about a sadness in your life . . . a miscarriage, and traumatic event, or an addiction. I’m not encouraging you to hurt someone with your words . . . only to share your story to experience healing.
With that let me share one of God’s tangible gifts to me today . . .
My friend, Emily, came to visit with her boys.
The orange is fresh off of a truck from Florida!)