Together Before the Throne

It was early in the afternoon on a Friday in January. I was sitting in the waiting room at the doctor’s office waiting for a quick ultrasound of the precious babe I was carrying. At my previous appointment I had measured a few weeks ahead of schedule, so my midwife wanted to verify that the due date I had been given was accurate. I didn’t mind at all. I would always welcome another opportunity to see this tiny child of mine. But as soon as I was called back and my baby appeared on the monitor, everything changed. My dreams for the future vanished beneath the deafening silence of a still heart. Later that afternoon, with swollen eyes and a broken ...