I have no idea how many of you friends, neighbors, acquaintances, even family members and strangers {who read my blog} have had miscarriages.  I’ve even wondered over the last few weeks, with every woman that I’ve seen or talked to, if she’s known the loss I have.

What I do know are the stats: 10-20% of pregnancies end in miscarriage, and 80% of those happen before the twelve week mark.

I had no idea that the number was that great.  Nor did I have any idea of the number of you that have suffered one, or many, micarriages.  My doctor told me that it was “very common”.

The weekend that I posted about ours, I had a lot of Facebook messages and texts from friends telling me of their own experience(s) and for some of those that I never knew about, it made me just wonder why the silence.

I know keeping pregnancy a “secret” for the first twelve weeks is sort of the thing to do, “just in case”.   But just in case of what?  That we do miscarry?  Because more than anything I would need the love and prayers of my friends.

My heart yearns for those who have even suffered miscarriages last week and this week.  I know some of the pain, but not all of it.  And I pray for those whose hearts are still broken over losses from long ago, but not so long ago.

I don’t really know what the purpose of all of this is…this post and all…if anything, it’s to say to my friends to not be silent.  As friends we want to be available to each other, to love and care for, to hug and cry with and to just sit in the quiet if that’s what is needed.  I’m not saying it needs to be a Facebook post for all the world to see, and I don’t need to know all of your personal business, but as friends who love each other and want to support each other, we need to share in one another’s pain, bearing one another’s burdens.  Praying for and lifting each other up.

Time heals all wounds, but our hearts have a hard time forgetting the pain.

Rose Kennedy put it this way: It has been said that, ‘time heals all wounds.’  I do not agree.  The wounds remain.  In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens.  But it is never gone.”

 

A baby is a miracle.  A perfect miracle.  All the pieces, the chromosomes, and everything else came together perfectly to form a baby.  Each one of us is a total and complete miracle.  Everything came together perfectly to form you.  You are a miracle.

I believe in the sovereignty of God.  I don’t know His purpose or why He allows what He allows, including miscarriages, but I do know that He is good.  He is Love and He is Peace.  He is sufficient for me and I pray, that He is sufficient for you {2 Corinthians 12:9}.