We were on vacation, on our way to Colorado. My husband and I along with our 4 year old son. We were pregnant with our third child. We miscarried our second child in the first trimester. And now in the middle of Kansas on the way to the mountains, I began to show signs of another miscarriage.
I was reading in the Psalms and God quickened my heart as I read Psalm 57:1. Be gracious to me, O God, be gracious to me, for my soul takes refuge in Thee; And in the shadow of thy wings I will take refuge, until destruction passes by.
Our midwife suggested we continue on our way instead of returning; coming home would only mean we had to deal with friends and regular duties of life in the middle of grieving this loss. It was good advice. We made it to our cabin and spent a couple of days taking it easy as the miscarriage completed.
And then, largely for our son, we ventured out into this beautiful place God brought us to. We grieved. But He gave us hope for the future and peace beyond comprehension.
It didn’t make sense. But in those moments of pain, He made Himself so real to me, I can never doubt His goodness. He gave us a joy unexplainable as we leaned on Him for comfort. And that joy was our strength that sustained us.
(Note: There is a five and a half years difference between our son and daughter, with two miscarriages in between. I do not in any way want to belittle anyone’s loss that is greater than my own. This is one very small snippet of time in our journey of loss and grief. I only hope you are encouraged to look to God for your comfort and strength. He is faithful.)
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