I have a dear friend who's nephew will not survive outside the womb.
I know a lady who recently lost her twin babies half way through her pregnancy.
I have a friend who has suffered 3 miscarriages.
I know a handful of other women who have lost a baby through miscarriage and have carried the burden alone.
I have been wrestling with this for a few weeks now. It brings back so many memories of the loss of our first child. The unanswered questions. The fear, the unknown, the hard question of "why."
"We humans are afraid of pain. No one likes to hurt. We avoid it, mask it, and run from it, refusing the get close to pain even when it is not our own. Fear can make us superstitious and irrational.
But God doesn't act haphazardly.
Good and beauty can be found in the experience of loss if we are willing to embrace it. But finding the good and beautiful is only possible when we believe that God is lovingly sovereign, that pain is not random, not without origin, not without purpose."
From A Symphony in the Dark by Barbara Rainey and Rebecca Rainey Mutz
Everyone's situation is different, and yet a common bond with those who have lost their child.
My heart aches for these woman. I pray God will grant a peace that surpasses all understanding.
Today I trust the One who gives, and the one who takes away. I must, because I know that even when everything is spinning out of control, HE is in control. He is holding us in the palm of his hand and won't let go.