Jesus wept. And he still weeps. He weeps over our lost babies. Even though he knows they aren't "lost" at all. He knows the outcome of the story. It doesn't mean he caused it. It doesn't mean he chose for your babies to die. It doesn't mean he's plotting some sick twist where he can bring good out of the pain. He's the author of life, not death. He makes all things new, not dead. And he weeps. He still weeps. This month I want to weep with you; I want to walk alongside you, hold your hand, and hug...
The weight of motherhood, the weight of loss, is too heavy to carry on our own.
No one tells you how difficult the baptism into motherhood can be. How heart wrenching, painful and exhausting it can be.
Our first pregnancy was completely "normal", whatever normal means. We had no health issues, no fears of loss, nothing. But it was covered in shame.
I’ve had 5 missed miscarriages.
Five times when my body hasn’t recognized that my babies’ had died
Five times when my womb clung to their stilled hearts begging for resurrection.
I’m not sure one ever gets over that. It changes you.
I just wanted to say - I am so glad you are here! Whether you've been following us for a while, or a friend directed you here... or however, I'm just glad you're here.
Walking through pregnancy/infant loss isn't easy, it hasn't been talked about a lot until recently. It can be hard to know how to navigate through all the complicated emotions, and even how to support friends around you who are walking through this journey...