Unfailing Faith
I have been asked by some people, “does going through the process of adoption help you move on from your losses?” My answer is “no, I have hope for our future to have a family, but my faith that one day I will be reunited with my angels in heaven allows me to “move on.” I told Darrel the other night through tears, that I am completely trustful of the Lord that He has allowed our losses and our struggles to start a family for reasons. As hard as these years have been on us we’ve learned what it means to rely solely on the Lord. I also through this blog, try to always express myself openly, so if anyone who is going through infertility, or loss can relate or even gain hope in their struggles, then the Lord is working through me to help others and that makes my losses “worth” more than just “losses”. The pain of not being able to hold a baby in me til term is undescriable…the pain of those times and the pain of knowing I may never be able to have a child of my own, takes my breath away, it hurts down deep and I grieve for my losses. But my hope is that the Lord continues to use me, however He chooses to. Last night the question came up in small group about how deep our faith is, if faced with something as final as death would we still have faith to say, “I trust you Lord, no matter what you take away from me, I will still trust you…” My answer is yes, I learned the hard way the 1st time we lost our baby, what running away from my faith will do to a person, it will break you…I know though from losing my 2nd baby, that running towards the Lord gives you that confidence to say ”yes, I will still have faith and trust even in the worst of circumstances.” Below is a poem that I would like to share:
“I’m sorry about the miscarriage -
but I guess you’re excited because
at least you conceived.”
They really meant well.
They knew we had been infertile up to the time of conception.
They were trying to look on the “good side” of this difficult time.
What they seemed to miss was the fact that we had just lost a very real part of our family . . . That our ecstatic joy over the pregnancy had taken a 360 degree turn into mourning for one who would not be born .
That it doesn’t matter how many other people have miscarried or how many children they had later on or
how there must have been something wrong with the baby or that we can try again . . .
What they seemed to miss was the fact that this child was gone.
That this was the child we had already grown to love.
That this little boy or girl would not even get a proper funeral.
That the womb had become a place of death instead of life.
I forgive them for not knowing.
They meant well.
And although I may never understand this life,
I can praise God that our little one is with his heavenly Father.
And though we will always grieve
The absence of our precious one,
We know because of our Lord Jesus Christ -
One day we will be reunited with our child.
Yes, we lost our precious little one.
But just for a brief period of time.
And the hurt we feel is greatly comforted
Because we will see our child someday,
When we are reunited in heaven.