I found out yesterday that one of my husband’s dear friends and his wife suffered a miscarriage. She was 20 weeks along, and the baby’s heart stopped beating.
My heart is broken. I think what they’re going through sounds like the worst thing that could happen to anyone…
When I prayed for God to “break my heart for what breaks Yours,” I didn’t expect for the answer to that prayer to be such a deep and wounding heartbreak. I know that little boy is in heaven, and I am comforted in the fact that at least his parents will get to meet him one day…until then, I am praying for their hearts. I don’t know that this is something you could ever fully heal from.
When I was about 4 or 5 years old, my parents announced to my brothers and me that we were going to get a little sister. I was so excited! I couldn’t wait to have a little sister. Someone to play dress up with and talk to late at night about the deepest secrets of our hearts. Every night at dinner, I prayed that Mom would have twins…two sisters, I thought! Perfect idea!
Sadly, a few months later, we found out our sister was in heaven. Her name is Elizabeth Grace. I still think about what it would’ve been like to have her around here on earth…to not say I had two brothers only, but a sister as well. I look forward to meeting her one glorious day, though.
Miscarriage can touch our lives in many ways…and the pain of it doesn’t fully clear for anyone touched by it. I cling to the promise of heaven and one day meeting Elizabeth and the little boy that died this week…Maybe they’ll be friends up there.