Life. Hope. Tragedy.
It all comes at us like a hurricane. Winds of testing and winds of refreshing… yet some seasons seem to hurt more than others.
A little over 3 months ago we lost our second baby to the ache of miscarriage.
No one warns you about how its going to affect you.
I mean, honestly, how could they?
Yet as I share my story, I’ve come to learn that so many other women have gone through the same thing. SO many have not had a capacity to process or feel known, grieving in silence and sometimes even shame. And that breaks my heart.
No pain has touched us deeper yet no trial has drawn us deeper.
The very thing that the enemy meant for evil… for tearing… for offending our hearts was the VERY thing that drew us closer to the Father. He who formed us, held us. He who called us and our child by name wept deep tears with us and drew us close.
You want to know what actually anchored my heart these past few months? Hope in the promised restoration of ALL things.
And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying: “Behold, the dwelling place of God is with man, and He will live with them. They will be His people, and God Himself will be with them as their God. He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and there will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the former things have passed away.” And the One seated on the throne said, “Behold, I make all things new.”
He WILL make all things new in that day.
He WILL wipe away every tear.
He WILL vindicate all that the enemy has stolen.
My hope, my anchor and my rest is in the reality that I will be forever united with the Father and restored to my 2 beautiful children. They are IN HEAVEN now with perfect understanding. They are WITH GOD now, praying for my husband and I to stand firm and hold fast to faith.
I don’t always understand why things happen the way that they do but I know that He is working ALL things together for our good.
I trust that He is perfecting me in love and my life doesn’t end in this age.
I get to live FOREVER with God.
That my dear friends has been the very thing that has given me my voice back.
He will make ALL things new, just in time.
My beloved speaks and says to me:
“Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away, for behold, the winter is past; the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth, the time of singing has come… Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away. O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the crannies of the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice, for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.”
-Song of Solomon 2:11-14
If you have walked through grief and feel the weight on your shoulders, know that this is not going to last forever. The Father will declare the time of singing has come.
If you are weighed down with every pressure and burden of life, know that this season will end. The Father will declare the time of singing has come.
If you are lost and without hope, take heart! He has promised that there will be a day where the winter is over and past! The time of singing will come.
Arise, beautiful one, and run to the arms of Love.
Run into the arms of the Father and weep on His shoulder.
He is big enough to carry you through the darkest storms.
Trust Him today and know that He sees you, hears you and sings a song of love over you.
In Him we trust and to Him we sing.
Please know I am praying for you.