![]() We know we are called to be parents, and have faith that God’s plan for our family is infinitely greater and more incredible than we could ever imagine.Īs we have grieved these past weeks, we’ve heard and read so many things contrary to our beliefs: We need your prayers as we heal and begin to move forward. Losing our own biological child, and the one we grew to love in our hearts from afar has dealt the same pain. Thus, I can tell you that what I have learned is that biology has little to do with matters of the heart. Eerily, this feels all too similar to our failed adoption last summer, and we were only just beginning to ‘heal’ from that heartbreak. So far, we are still searching for meaning in all of this. That’s why this is the fallen world we live in, and why we anxiously await Heaven and its unimaginable perfection. We have had faith out the wazoo for years (and still do). No womb has been prayed over more – before or after pregnancy. There was nothing that could have prevented it. After almost five years of prayers and hope and tears, we found out on April 21st we were finally pregnant…And then, at 8 weeks, we miscarried. I guess it isn’t *popular* to discuss the awful parts of life, but I’ve never been one to follow the crowd. Alas, I haven’t mastered *not* looking like a duck… Unfortunately, I have had some practice crying over the past few weeks. When the tears are too quick to wipe away before someone sees. Times when the pain is too heavy to hold in. But there are just certain times when ‘logic’ is thrown out the window. I was told once, as a child, that I looked like a duck when I cried, and that was that – I have tried to hold back the tears ever since. Crying in front of people doesn’t come easy for me.
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