I don't do this for the people who feel the need to share with me that they do not believe miscarried babies go to heaven. Everyone has to find their own belief. I have found this. I find comfort in the knowledge that my babies are safe in the arms of our Father. I know he holds them safe, when their little hearts stopped beating, their eyes opened to Jesus. That is all I need to know about it. Before I formed you in the womb I knew you [Jeremiah 1:5]
I don't do this for the people who don't think a baby is a real baby until a certain point. For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother's womb. [Psalm 139:14]
I don't do this for the people who think we should just get over things and move on with our life. Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted. [Matthew 5:4]
I don't do this for the people who continue to ask WHY don't we just adopt... because trust me if it were that easy, we'd have at least as many kids as we have dogs... and probably a lot more. We follow this journey as we are led, and as God provides. You make known to me the path of life. [Psalm 16:11]
I don't do this for my own satisfaction...
I don't do this for my own well-being. Although writing is therapy, putting my intimate personal life out there for the world to criticize is not therapeutic.
I do this for the women who are hurting.
I do this for the woman that feels alone in her loss.
I do this for every person who has ever lost a baby.
I do this for every person battling, or who has battled infertility.
I do this for you, dear friend... the one in misery right now.
I do this for you, dear sister, who feels like your heart is torn into a thousand pieces.
I do this to remind you, you are not alone.
I do this to remind everyone... no matter what bad things are going on in your life, God never leaves you.
I do this for my friend who is scared and angry and upset and falling apart.
Your pain is my pain.
When I hear of your loss and your heartbreak... my heart breaks too.
I shed tears for every loss I hear about. Your tears are my tears. My tears are for your angels as well as my own.
I do this to battle sorrow with love... despair with compassion... loneliness with understanding.
You cry, I cry.
We are a family... we are a sisterhood.
I strive to love you as God loves you... and oh how He loves.
The holidays are hard. Hard if you have lost a child. Hard if you have lost anyone. Hard if you are alone. Hard if you are sad. Harder still if you are experiencing a loss right now. But you are not alone. You may be sad, angry and miserable... but you are loved, you are not alone. I will always be here to remind you of this. I will always be here to share your pain. I will always be here to help carry your burden as I carry my own.
I do this for you, because I love you... because God loves you, and He wants you to know it.
Do nothing from rivalry or conceit, but in humility count others more significant than yourselves. Let each of you look not only to his own interests, but also to the interests of others.
A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another: just as I have loved you, you also are to love one another.