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Here are some pictures of Samuel dying eggs the other day while Ellie Kate was sleeping.





There is a wall looming on the horizon. April 14. It is the day that I dread over no other. By this day, I would have had a 3rd child. It was my due date...the day that every woman memorizes as soon as the doctor utters them. It inches ever closer, and on that day I will not be holding a precious newborn. I most likely will not be pregnant again either. I will still be mourning and wishing and questioning and making myself crazy with thinking about it. I will still be wresting with God as He does surgery on my heart. I know I am not being very receptive to His treatment. I am resisting Him. I am coming into another season of intense emotional pain. By the Lord's grace, I have done good for the past few months. But now as I would have been 34 weeks pregnant and close to delivery...I am stricken with grief again. I want to weep all the time. I want to wallow in my pain. But I can't and I hope I won't. I know that the Lord desires that I come to Him and trust Him and bring my pain to the foot of the Cross. He understands even more than I do the grief and pain and emptiness that comes with losing a child. I have nowhere else to turn. He alone can give me Hope and purpose. In Him alone will I find true joy and fulfillment as I come upon this day. I hope by writing it that I will live it. I cling to the promise that He will turn my mourning into dancing...it may not be anytime soon...but one day I will be full of life and joy again. I will be a different person no doubt. One cannot go through loss and not come out changed. I will forever miss the baby that never was. I will always wonder what it would have been like to have 2 kids 13 months apart. I will always wonder if the baby was a boy or a girl. I will always mark the day we lost our angel and the day he or she was to have been born. I will always wonder why God allowed us to get pregnant in the first place. I will always be thankful for my husband who has been my rock. He has held me together. He has grounded me to the truth of the gospel even when I didn't want to hear it. He has loved me through all the ugliness of sin and grief and awful housekeeping. I will also always be thankful for my faith in a Sovereign God, as weak as it may be. I am thankful that the He is faithful to His promises and He will never let me go. I am thankful that He works all things for my good and His glory. I know that my Redeemer lives and he will redeem my pain in eternity. I long for that day!
"Weeping my remain for a night, but rejoicing comes in the morning...Hear O Lord, and be merciful to me; O Lord be my help." Psalm 30:5,10