As I observed this vacant scene on the shores of Lake Erie, I marveled at the wonder of God’s creation and how, every year, He allows nearly every sign of life to be obscured by ice, freezing temperatures and snow.
When we first started trying for a baby two and a half years ago, the early months held tendrils of hope. My mind swam with thoughts of our future family, not thinking for a moment of the difficulty we might face along the way.
It was 6AM, and my eyes were heavy as I tried to make sense of the Scripture passage laid out in front of me.
Infertility is a physical problem, but it has ramifications that go far beyond the physical. God gave us not just a body, but a mind, heart, and soul (Matthew 22:37).
If we’re not careful, we can start to think of ourselves as “The Woman Who Miscarries.” We might begin to live life as though that’s who we are at our core. Read further for an understanding of who we really are and what can sustain us through the losses.
I was broken by each one of my miscarriages. Individually they brought, heartache, pain, grief and questions. Oh, so many questions. But there is one within the group that I am thankful for.
Ladies, your little ones are on the target. They are waiting for you in heaven so you can spend eternity together. That miscarriage, the still birth - that was not the end.
Caitlyn Joiners #waitinginhopestories of her personal account of how she moved forward in faith after loss.
