Of love and loss
A friend of mine is miscarrying her baby.
It brought me back to those days, six years ago, when I went through those same deep waters. I didn't know what was wrong, and I suspected correctly that it was due to my health at the time. It didn't make it easier.
Now, the Lord has blessed me with two more little ones, and I'm so thankful. But I was reminded of those days and the lessons learned.
We buried my first miscarried babe at the foot of a tree In our yard, and my beloved read my favorite Psalm, number 139:
1 O LORD, thou hast searched me, and known me.
2 Thou knowest my downsitting and mine uprising, thou understandest my thought afar off.
3 Thou compassest my path and my lying down, and art acquainted with all my ways.
4 For there is not a word in my tongue, but, lo, O LORD, thou knowest it altogether.
5 Thou hast beset me behind and before, and laid thine hand upon me.
6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is high, I cannot attain unto it.
7 Whither shall I go from thy spirit? or whither shall I flee from thy presence?
8 If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there.
9 If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea;
10 Even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me.
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