No words need to be spoken.....

For those of us who are trying to conceive, there are no worse phrases than: "it'll happen" "just relax" "there's always adoption"

None of those make us feel better. Most of the people that say those things, didn't have any problems getting pregnant. This is one issue that isn't easily understood, unless you yourself are in the same shoes or have been in the same shoes.

In my time of need, my mom just cried with me. I had no idea what to do. My husband was training for Iraq, how the hell was I gonna tell him?! All I could get out of my mouth was "I lost the baby, I will have surgery Tuesday to remove it from it from my body". To this day I still cry for the child I lost. Wonder about the what ifs and whys.

This was sent to me by my best friend, it makes me realize that I am not alone, for God also lost his child. His only child.


Wednesday 7 March
2 Samuel 12:13–23 (NLT)
To beg and plead….

David replied, ‘I fasted and wept while the child was alive, for I said, “Perhaps the Lord will be gracious to me and let the child live.”’

The baby spoken of in this chapter was born after David had committed adultery with Bathsheba and had then arranged for her husband Uriah to be killed in battle (2 Samuel 11). I confess to struggling immensely with this story, as I’m sure you will, too.

In my nursing career, I was present at the stillbirth of many—too many—babies. Then, working for a national charity, I stayed with many parents as they held their babies for the first and last time, all in the same moment, weeping at the gift of life so longed-for and then taken away so soon. I begged and pleaded with God in the chapels of just about every hospital in the north-east of England after visiting families on the brink of the death of their child, due to somecomplication caused by spina bifida or hydrocephalus. You may have been one of those parents. You know how it feels.

What can be said, what can be done, at such a time? I think that perhaps this is the one time when we say nothing. So often, things are said at the death of a child that only compound the questions and add to the grief.

The few simple words of David in verse 23 have helped me so much: ’I will go to him one day…’ If ever our hope of heaven and of seeing our loved ones again comes clearly into focus, it is at the death of a child. That hope is real. It cannot be fathomed or explained away. It abides in each of us and won’t be dimmed even by this most terrible darkness.

Father God, of all the deaths we ever experience, the death of a child is the one you know most about. You watched your one and only Son die, too. You know. You really do.

Sandra Wheatley

Xoxoxo-Twilia