So maybe instead, I can just provide some solidarity by sharing where I "am" right now on this journey. It's been a little over a month since our second sweet little babe's life ended. Thirty-eight days exactly since we learned that we wouldn't get to meet this one either. The shock has worn off, but the pain has only slightly diminished.
We went back to church for the first time last week. On Father's Day. It was our week to serve in children's ministry, so we spent our first Sunday back since losing our baby surrounded by other people's babies and young children. Not my ideal return to church, but I was actually kind of thankful to avoid the crowds and found it slightly therapeutic to cuddle some chubby tots and kiss their soft little heads.
I'm struggling to talk to God about this loss. I really wrestled with Him the first time. I told Him that I was mad at Him, that I felt like He didn't do anything to help us, and asked Him how I was supposed to trust Him when I felt so let down by Him. He met with me during that time. He comforted me. He showed me many ways that He had taken care of me and fought for me. I felt my faith in Him renewed and that was a big part of my healing.
This time... this time I don't know how I feel. I obviously still believe that everything He showed me and spoke to me the first time is true. I've seen His hand helping us through this past month and felt his comfort through our friends and family. But I'm still upset. I still can't believe this happened again. I'm afraid of how many times He's going to ask me to go through this kind of loss. I'm tired of waiting and trying and hoping. I want to skip ahead and know for sure how this is all going to play out.
I know I'm not going to get straight answers like that though, so I think instead of asking and talking to God about it and risking more disappointment I've just been avoiding having any type of conversation with God at all. I know He's there and I can acknowledge His sovereignty and faithfulness, I've even found comfort in several Bible verses, but I haven't gone any further than that.
Maybe subconsciously I'm not ready to move into the next phase of grieving either so I'm just holding onto it instead of taking it to Him. This grief is heavy and cold and dark, but it also feels safe and comfortable and familiar now. I don't know if I'm ready to heal. I don't want to move on.
One of the things I hate most about all of this is the lack of control. Nothing in the past two years of trying to get pregnant has gone the way that I hoped it would. Nothing. I know that control is just an illusion anyway, but it's hard not to fight that. It's hard not to want to feel like you have some say in what happens in your life. I think that God is trying to teach me to just sit back and trust Him to keep me safe on this ride... and I'm rebelling hard against that. I want to tell Him how to author my story and I'm mad that He hasn't taken my "advice". I'm sure that the sooner I accept all this the better it will be for me - man, too bad I'm a stubborn hard-head.
So that's where I am today. Still working this all out. Still processing. Still working up the courage to journal again and be honest with God and let Him back in. I'd love to hear from you, friends. Leave me a comment and tell me how you're doing. Or share a verse with me that has helped you through the difficulties in your life.
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