I know that someday the sharp pain of this will dull, but it's little comfort today.
This morning during worship at church we sang a song that had the phrase "empty me" in the chorus and it was so difficult to sing that because the reality is that I am already empty in the physical sense. My baby is gone- my belly is empty.
This loss is real. And there is no making sense of it; if only I could. It hurts to hurt.
If you read this and you believe in the power of prayer like I do, will you please pray that I will not lose sight of hope and that I will not become bitter. I don't want to become the kind of person who can't be happy for others in their season of joy; babies are a gift from God and should be celebrated. And I'll take any chance to celebrate these days.