Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Fifteeen years ago on this day, I lost a child.

When I went to the doctor for some light spotting, he could not find a heartbeat. The doctor had not turned the screen away for the ultrasound so when I saw the lifeless form, I told him what we both knew. "My baby is dead."

While we don't always share it with others, Clint and I remember our three miscarried children every year. We think of them every day. We speak of them often. Time and the promise of Heaven has made most of the sadness fade, but there is still a touch there. A tear still leaks now and then. We would rather be tender to it than calloused. We'd rather be sad for a brief moment as we remember and reflect than to forget our children existed.

If you lost a child, I am praying for God to give you peace and comfort today.

Romans 8:28 And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.