Pregnancy After Miscarriage
For the long break I've taken with the blog, this seems like a rather heavy post to jump back into. But posting something about the miscarriage has been on my heart for a while and the need to write some things out has pressed long enough that here we are. Nobody may read this, and that's just as well. I tried to hide the tears about to spill down my cheeks from the other patients in the waiting room. Seth would join me shortly but in the meantime the heaviness of the memory weighed hard. Have Thine own way, Lord, have Thine own way. I recited the lyrics to the comforting hymn in my head, remembering the encouragement we had just received the day before in church to meditate on songs of surrender. It was like the sermon had been for me. The song was not really me giving God permission, He didn't need my approval to do what He wanted with my life. It was a way to prepare my heart for the upcoming ultrasound. To remember He is the potter, I'm just clay. A year prior I ...
