When life hurts Most.

11:24 AM

   I don't normally post on Sundays but I don't normally spend Sundays sick at home, either.  I'm hoping that this cold will be gone by tomorrow, but who knows.  It feels like my immune system has been an absolute pansy lately, bending and breaking at the littlest whim.  Just last month I had a bout with what felt like the stomach flu, and now this month it's severe chest/head cold nonsense.  The girls are fighting it too, and we only hope that Daddy doesn't fall victim next.

   In any case, I am finding things to be thankful for in spite of circumstances, because in the light of other people's circumstances right now, I have nothing to complain about.  Ever.

   I was shocked to hear that an acquaintance of mine, so beautiful and pregnant and expecting her first child with her husband, reached her due date so full of hope and expectation and now find themselves in a pit of grief so dark and deep I'm sure that it seems there is no way out.

The loss of their first-born child. 

  I won't name them, or share the details, because it just feels that it wouldn't be fair.  To tell their story when it is only theirs to tell.  What I will say is that my mind and heart have been aching and grasping at straws to try and avoid the 3-letter word that always seems to creep in and find me……..Why?  Why?! In a world where so many women are aborting their babies or abusing their children, and this child would have been raised in such a loving, nurturing, Christian home.  This child would have been taught about Jesus.  This child would have been loved.  Why.

   So this morning in lieu of going to church, we watched Louie Giglio's sermon on Hope: When Life hurts Most and it was so timely. (That's only part one, you'll need to look up part 2 as well) It's not that there are "answers" to the questions.  To the WHY.  But there is a cross that we can cling to.  There is hope.  Things cannot be tied up in neat little bows, or put on bumper stickers to sum up all of Christianity.  But there is an anchor in the storm, that we can hold to.  That is all I know.

   I have been thinking of her and her family, non-stop over the past couple of days.  I cannot even begin to imagine the darkness and the emptiness and the pain they must be feeling.  And it has brought a new battle all its own that I am facing…..guilt.  Raw, throbbing guilt for the moments, however fleeting or lingering, in my pregnancies that I just….wished I wasn't.  Moments that I regret, but moments that happened none the less.

But if I let it, the guilt begins to engulf….to overwhelm and drag me down.

Guilt for frustration with my children.
Guilt for the times I've made mistakes.
Guilt for the times I've coveted someone else's life, and the jealousy that consumed me.
   For the times that I wished for a different stage of life.  More specifically, the stage we were in before children.  Guilt for the times I haven't stopped to give thanks.  To count my blessings.  Guilt for feeling like a victim, when I can't even begin to comprehend the pain of loss.

   And so instead of getting swallowed up in guilt, I will pray.  I will pray for them, and that they will soon find a beam of light to pierce through all of this black.  But I will also pray and give thanks to the Father for His goodness, for His many blessings.  I will try and carry this thought with me through the days, the months, the years, come what may.  Through the potty training and the disobedience and the sickness and the whining, through the sleepless night and the moments I wish I wasn't a mother……... I will try and hold this near and clutch it close to my heart and whisper throughout it all………thank-you Jesus.

  Thank-you for my children, come what may.  Thank you for whatever moments you gift me with them, for however long.  Because each one truly is just that….a gift.  No matter how trying, how testing, how difficult.  It is pure and simply, a blessed gift.

And I will hold my little ones just a little bit tighter today. 





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6 comments

  1. You said it so well. My heart breaks and all I can do is offer up a jumbled prayer... And ask God to hold them close!

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  2. Thanks for sharing. We too anticipated the arrival of our firstborn only to have our hopes dashes by the stillbirth of our beautiful baby girl. And my heart breaks for them. Knowing that it's going to get harder before it gets better. That, like you said, it doesn't make sense to leave some and take others. But one thing I know, our Father never left us. He loves us very much and His heart breaks with us. Someone told me once that God never wastes a hurt. And I have found it to be true. If we allow Him to walk with us through our pain, He'll bring us through stronger than before.

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  3. Thank you for this beautiful post Shelley..
    Our hearts burn and ache for eternity's perfect shore...

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  4. so beautifully put.
    i feel you on this.

    i like to picture all the sweet babies who've went before us mama's that never got a chance to meet them all just hanging out together in heaven playing on the best playground ever created... waiting for that glorious reunion that's going to happen someday. - and what a day it's going to be. imagining the joy makes me want to burst!

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  5. I feel the same way. I'll just hold to my babies tightly and thank Jesus I have each of them.

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  6. This is beautiful, Shelley...
    My own perspective of life, of children, of love, is changed as well.

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