Something unexpected came with my miscarriage. Though each woman deals with grief differently, I now have an understanding of what it feels like: emotionally, physically, mentally, and spiritually. It's not a "oh yes, I've been there too" comradely. It is an horrible ache. A deep grief. I hate for others to see the first sign of concern. I hate for others to walk through the unknowing stage. I hate for others to Know there is no hope for saving the baby they dreamed about. I hate knowing it is over and there is nothing left to fight for, hope for. I hate when all the questions of "what could I have done?" come pouring over you.
Each woman deals with grief differently. I have always been the kind that needs a lot of tissues. But now my tears are only partially for own grief, it is for my family member's loss, for my friend's loss, for their hope that was replaced with pain. I hope my tears help carry their pain.
I pray the Healer of both body and soul, my Lord and Savior Jesus Christs, will bring comfort as you mourn, bring healing for your broken heart, and replace your tears with Hope + Gladness.
