Remembering The Little Ones

I am in awe over the number of women that have lost babies. Some held, some not. Some named, some not. But all babies none the less. All of them grieved over. All of them missed. My own loss was at 10 weeks. I remember the day I found out that the baby was really gone. I will never forget it. The following three days were some of the most emotional that I have ever experienced. I was blessed to have a friend come and stay with me while my husband was gone to work and such. She helped to care for my toddler, cooked meals, and prayed and cried with me. Every year on the date that I delivered that baby I find myself asking “those” questions. Who would it have been? Boy or girl? What would they have looked like? I wish I could hear that baby giggle, each one unique but each one as cute as the next. Some days I just feel like screaming to everyone that I really do have five children. Maybe not here with me but in my heart I have five children. But then I also rejoice that God is sovereign and He choose when to call that baby home. The purpose was complete, the life had served its purpose and now my baby is safe in the arms of Jesus. I will meet my baby someday when my life has fulfilled its purpose and God calls me home.

Today is Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day. I am joining with other moms to share about our children that we don’t often get to talk about or share with others. These children that often get “lost” in others eyes, but that to the moms who have walked this road are still very real and very much our children. Please remember to lift up in prayer all those that you know that have suffered this loss. It is a loss that runs very deep and is remains tender for all time.

Father,

I ask you today to wrap Your arms around these mothers that have suffered the loss of a child. From the moment of conception these are children and the bond is real and deep. The love is true and unconditional. The loss of that relationship at such a young age is never expected and so hard to accept. Please help us to be tender to each other, to use these experiences to better minister to each other. We rejoice in the blessing of life, no matter how short. Thank you for choosing us to carry these precious children that are gifts from you. Rather we see them now under foot or only think about them in their home in heaven, they are precious gifts from You. Thank you for loving us and walking with us through our time of grief and sadness. Thank you for the promise that those that mourn will be comforted. We love You and serve You with all that You have given. In Jesus’ loving name I pray, Amen.