Testimony Tuesday {Courtney’s Testimony}
"It doesn't get any easier, does it?"
You meet kindred spirits in some of the strangest places sometimes. As I nervously stood in line at my local drugstore I dreaded what I was about to do. I knew I needed the medicine in order to have some form of closure and to complete the miscarriage, but something felt so wrong about it all. Deep within my soul I wanted to scream to all who were around me:
"I'm not having an abortion. I promise. I was pregnant. I wanted this baby!"
Thankfully I didn't have to. But that didn't make the situation any less uncomfortable for me. ...
Testimony Tuesday {He Didn’t Heal My Daughter, God Is So Good}
I’m sure you’ve not heard that phrase posted on many a Facebook status. We are great (I am great) at declaring God’s goodness when He does something for us, when He shows up in the way we had prayed for and hoped. When He provides, when He heals. I heard a story of a man who was reading his Bible on a train when it crashed and killed many. He told a reporter, “I don’t know why I didn’t die, why I’m still alive…God is so good.” While I do not disagree with his statement, nor do I think we shouldn’t declare God’s goodness when He spares our lives, ...
Joy Rising in Pregnancy After Loss
Sometimes I wake up and feel the stillness, I wonder if I’m empty again. I wait, trying just to breath when everything feels too quiet.
And then I feel her. She moves so deep within me. That pulse inside—the universe shifts—I feel her intertwined with my body and blood, nestled deep inside, everything that I am is protecting her. And yet I am completely out of control, this seed growing and growing takes no thought from myself. I don’t knit her together. I don’t form her blinking eyes, curling fingers or kicking feet. Yahweh does—the One who has always been ...
Links for Hope Moms: March Edition
{"Today Would Have Been Our Daughter's First Birthday," by Jackie Gibson via The Gospel Coalition}// "Today should have been our daughter’s first birthday. The great enemy—death—has stolen something precious from us. Robert L. Dabney, who lost two sons, described death as a 'cruel destroyer.' In a letter to his brother, he wrote: 'Ah! When the mighty wings of the angel of death nestles over your heart’s treasures, and his black shadow broods over your home, it shakes the heart with a shuddering terror and a horror of great darkness.' [...] And yet today was ...