“But, O my soul, don’t be discouraged. Don’t be upset. Expect God to act! For I know that I shall again have plenty of reason to praise him for all that he will do. He is my help! He is my God!”
– Psalm 42:11 (TLB)
I spent most of my day in bed today.
I really had no where to go or much to do. Okay so maybe that’s not exactly true. I had a lot to do but I really didn’t feel like doing anything. I was in one of my “I miss my pk moods”
It was a truly ordinary day.
Until I got the news…
Someone sent me a message:
“Sister x just lost her baby”
“No! Not possible!”
Sister x and I had believed for this baby after past miscarriages and hospital ordeals. When I heard she was pregnant again I was over the moon. I didn’t see her for a long time but one of the nights of #3NITSP she walked up to me in the car and I saw her “very pregnant”. I was so excited. I hugged her, I gushed over her. I simply couldn’t believe how good God was.
It was like a dream. The bump was obvious. Her skin was all messed up but it was the kind of pregnancy messed up skin that one was grateful for. She carried a miracle and we were all thankful. “this one will stay” I said to her. “Don’t be afraid. Just believe.”
It was hard today to accept especially because it was due to some sort of medical incompetence. After six months of pregnancy? Many people cried. Some sent me messages asking “How could this happen? How could God let it?” everyone who knew the story was sad.
I didn’t get the chance to speak to sister x. A part of me was glad I couldn’t get through to her. What would I say? How would I comfort her? I didn’t have the answers.
It took me back months ago to a similar case. One of my daughters had made “a mistake” that somehow resulted in a beautiful baby boy. She went through so much to have the baby both physically, emotionally and not mention backlash from other Christians (trust us to shoot wounded soldiers). Eventually baby came and when it rains it pours…. we found out baby was sickle cell. For over 3 years he was here. A ray of sunshine. His smile would light up a room. He was a fighter, a survivor. He was a reason to live, to be better….and better she became: a better christian, a better mother, a better person.
She was at work out of town when she got the call that her baby had passed on. No good bye. Nothing. Baby boy was buried even before she came home. It was for the best everyone thought . Everyone but her. I called her and with every “Why? Pastor M why?” my heart shred into a million pieces.
Hadn’t she suffered enough? Hadn’t she been punished enough for “the mistake?” hadn’t she…? I had no answers. I just knew only one thing for sure….
NO MATTER HOW BAD THE SITUATION, GOD IS STILL A GOOD GOD! …but for God it could still have been worse.
I know that it doesn’t seem even reasonable now to say those words to a grieving person. In fact while I was yet mulling over these losses.
I was slammed with another terrible news. Sister z’s husband shot by armed robbers leaving her with two babies. What could be worse? Where do you even start to comfort her?
Where do you even begin?
For some of us, it’s just another boring day that we take everything for granted while for others, it’s a day that totally turns their world upside down.
I’ve asked God what do I say to these ladies? How do I even comfort them? What do I say? Or do? A smiley hug seems so bland.
If you are one of these sisters going through such a terrible season. God says to tell you….
IT’S STILL A GOOD YEAR. IT’S STILL A YEAR OF GOOD THINGS!
I know YOU SHALL STILL HAVE MANY REASONS TO PRAISE HIM FOR ALL HE WILL STILL DO
I don’t have the answers but He does.
Don’t grieve like it’s over. For us it’s never over till it ends in praise. It will all still work together for our good. It will.
That’s why David asks himself, why are you so downcast? Why do you grieve like I will not still have reasons to praise.
It’s a season of compensation. Sister x it simply means you are entitled to triplets. God will restore every “wasted” year. For you sisters out there in the midst of your pain, know this: GOD sees and He knows. He will yet heal and restore. In the end ALL WILL BE WELL.
These tears are not the end. You will still cry tears of joy. Mary and Martha wept. Jesus wept. Lazarus was gone but in the midst of their grief, Jesus did something that changed their tears from sorrow to tears of joy. It’s still the same Jesus. He gives hope. He will help you.
Please don’t cry in despair. You will yet praise.