My friend lost her baby. A wanted and loved baby. A baby created in love. A baby that would be born into a loving family.
I have a friend that is having trouble conceiving. A friend that has lost baby after baby. A friend that lost her baby in the middle of pregnancy, after it was safe to "relax".
It's just so unfair. SO UNFAIR. And I am angry.
Why, God? Why?
There is no answer on this earth that is sufficient. None. No mother should lose a child. No mother should grieve for her babies. Children should bury their parents. Period.
The only place to turn in this is to faith. And in faith, there are few answers, only comfort. But we want to know, don't we? We want to KNOW. And we don't. And we won't, until we see Jesus.
It's enough to make me want to scream.
It's hard not to look at news stories of people abusing and killing their children and become bitter that those I love lose their babies, cannot conceive their babies. It's hard to not become hard hearted.
It's hard not to think of Joshua, whose little remains lie under the statue of St Mary in my backyard.
And then I look at Sam. And I know, I know, that there is a form of redemption on this side of heaven. There is some comfort before the passing.
But still...those sweet babies.
Because they were loved before they were conceived. They were loved before they had a heartbeat. They were wanted and treasured when they were just an idea. They were PEOPLE. They were children. Babies. Beloved and longed for.
And they are gone. Swept to heaven before they drew breath.
If you are reading this right now, and you have lost a baby, I want you to know just how sorry I am. How I feel, deep down in the sacred spaces of my heart, I feel that pain with you. I will carry it with you. I will remember your babies with you.
I cannot offer you any comfort other than the knowledge that you are not alone. God draws close to the brokenhearted. He is there. He mourns with us for what has been lost. And He is not intimidated by our anger, our disappointment, or our grief.
There are no answers this side of heaven. And it is unfair. It is wrong.
But it will be redeemed. One day we will know why. One day we will hold our lost babies. One day it will all make sense.
One day.
Until then, let's carry our burden together. Rememeber our babies together. Because you are not truly ever gone unless you are forgotten.
It will never make it right. But maybe it will make it bearable. Maybe.
