I never really understood the depth of God’s strength, and love for me until recently. I went to my doctor’s appointment full of joy, anticipating my baby’s thunderous heartbeat on the screen. As I lay there, the doctor became silent as my womb filled the monitor. She frowned as she moved the screen out of my sight before confirming my worst fears, my baby was gone. No heartbeat could be seen, no movement, no life. My worst fears were confirmed. God knew how hard it was for us to conceive and how badly we dreamed of another child. I kept thinking maybe it was mistake, this can’t be real, and still feel like I cannot wake up from this nightmare.
   During the dark hours of the day, all I could do was grieve for my baby and what could have been. I questioned God. I longed to hear His voice, to feel His healing touch, to be pulled in close to His presence. As I lay there grieving I heard Him tell me it’s in the brokenness that He brings healing, His hands are there to mend my heart.
     He whispered it’s in the times that we are hurting or fallen from grace that He is there–under the weight of our pain, bringing peace in some tangible way. Yet at the same time, I’m angry. Angry that this is happening. He knows my heart and how much I wanted this child. I wanted so badly to stand in His presence, to rail my fists against His chest and question why. I was so tired of pretending that I understood His will and what was best for me. I wanted to shed the walls surrounding my emotions and be real, only to question if He would still be there for me in the midst of my pride, anger, and ugliness. I’m was tired of pretending it was alright and pretending that I would be fine.

    In these dark hours, all I could hear from Him was the love He has for me. Over and over He was telling me that His love surrounds us when we bend and are broken from the pain. He is there in the sorrow, under the weight of our pain. He is carrying us as reel from the anger and turn it towards Him. It’s those moments that He loves us all the more. Our hearts are so precious to Him. In these moments, He asks us to hand over our lives, our pain, our hearts, to understand during these moments, we need Him. And when we surrender, He gives us solace.
   The sharp knife of a short life cuts deep as it breaks our hearts; and we grieve the dreams and future we had already planned–but He is there in the heartache, in the midst of the storm, comforting us, never forsaking us.

3 thoughts on “In Moments Like This”

  1. Heather, my heart breaks for you and my prayers are with you. I have experienced something similar. The doctors had told me I was expecting, even heard the heartbeat. We went home full of dreams, so excited to have life growing when death had just knocked at our doors. I was Sarah…laughing at God giving a baby to an old lady (42). But during a later ultrasound, I knew something was wrong, they turned the screen, just as you said, and I knew…not that I had lost a baby, but that I had lost a dream…the doctors had been wrong, I was never expecting. I didn't go through the physcial loss, but the emotional loss was all the same that you just described. 5 years later and I can still feel the loss of that dream.

    I was reading last night, some quotes I had pulled out and this one from Beth Moore really touched my heart. I hope that it does the same for you.

    "He has never called you to simply survive a situation. He intends for you to come back to a point of thriving, maybe in a way you never have in your entire existence. He did not just come to the cross for you to have life but for you to have abundant living."

  2. I am so terribly sorry for your loss Heather. You are in my prayers. But through your suffering and pain that you have the presence of mind to write something so beautiful about God is amazing. Thank you for your thoughts. I love what you way, "In these moments, He asks us to hand over our lives, our pain, our hearts, to understand during these moments, we need Him. And when we surrender, He gives us solace." Beautiful.
    Much love to you – Heidi

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