Today we celebrate an un-birthday. Well, not celebrate exactly but remember. Were it not for a miscarriage eight months ago, our family would have grown by one today.
It makes me wonder: what can we say of a God who does not operate the way we wish? Why aren’t all loved ones healed? All children full and treasured? All families whole? Why does God allow these things?
I don’t know. I don’t understand. I don’t like it. However, I trust.
He has proven to me that He is present during my difficulties. He has shown His love in His dealings with me. He is merciful when I deserve to be abandoned. He has demonstrated that He is no figment of my imagination, but real and alive and longing for a deeper relationship with all His little ones.
So while my heart carries the burden of a child who is absent from our home, my spirit clings to the One who has never forsaken me.
