I completely stumbled through March, unsure how to handle the emotions I was feeling and overwhelmed by it all. It was supposed to be a month of rejoicing and expectation, the month that we welcomed a new baby and became a family of 5. But those hopes and dreams came tumbling to the ground one very dark morning last September, and thorns of memories have pricked my heart as we approached March 22nd. I am profoundly grateful to have carried that little life for as long as I did, and to hear that little heartbeat before it stopped. God will use that little life to proclaim His glory.
God is still good in our loss and our need for Him has grown as we look at His resurrection with deeper significance in our experience with death. My prayer is that we continue to cling to Him during times of plenty and scarcity, and still yearn for Him during times of rejoicing and of sorrow. For He is still worthy to be praised and is the hope that will carry us through 💛
