Thanks, Cheryl, for reminding me of the sustaining grace of God in our lives.
Fifteen years ago this week we lost our first child. Twelve weeks of morning sickness and multiple tests and ultrasounds told us that someone was there. Struggling, but there. Finally, in the doctor’s office on Christmas Eve, there was a steady heartbeat. In the same office the morning after New Year’s Day, there was none.
I haven’t thought of our unborn child for some time, but I was reminded today—twice.
This morning in church, along with Christmas carols, we sang a song about restoration—how God turns our mourning into dancing. As I sang, I thought of how God made those lyrics a reality in my own life this very week a decade and a half ago. In January 1997 I was struck with unexpected sadness, but I was also strengthened with unexpected grace. In the midst of our loss, God gave a gift of indescribable peace—a sober joy—to walk…
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