When death steals your song God prepares the way for joy and light to return

In Psalm 42 we’re given a poetic description of a man who is suffering unbearable circumstances. He pants and thirsts. Tears have been his food day and night. His soul is downcast. Can you relate? I can. 14 years ago, I gave birth to my daughter in a silent hospital room. There was no sweet cry of a newborn, only hushed voices. Joy and light left my world the moment death entered. Her little body was so perfectly formed by the Creator. I held her and wept as I admired every single feature. 22 weeks with her wasn’t enough.  Even now, there are moments I cry tears I didn’t know I had left to cry, still longing for what was lost. Mothering a ...