…in the face of miscarriage
A few months after our first miscarriage, a group of women gathered together to encourage and lift me up in prayer. Up to this point I had masked my response to losing our baby. I was sad, but only my husband knew how affected I was by it–how it had changed my day-to-day living.
With these women I shared my heart, my emotions, and let the tears flow. It was good to know that I didn’t have to carry the burden of grieving by myself any longer…they were willing to journey with me.
There was one word, in particular, that I remember the strongest. One of the women, a mother who had also lost a child in miscarriage, felt impressed to share the passage in Luke 1 where the angel tells Mary she will bear the Messiah.
At first it seemed an odd Scripture to share, but as she explained it became quite clear how Mary’s situation related to mine.
I was willing to be a mom.
I was willing to care for this child.
I was willing to take a risk.
I was willing to raise this child in the fear of the Lord.
God never promised he’d give me the outcome I wanted, but He asked for a willing heart. I was willing to be used by him…as a mother. It was His plan, not mine. His will. His way. His perfection.
And Mary said, “Behold, the bondslave of the Lord; may it be done to me according to your word.”