Picture the scene with me: here was a woman who has had several miscarriages, she has bleed countless number of times and as she lay bleeding the last time she screamed in agony “who will call me mother”. “Who will tug at my apron strings for waffles”
“Who will wave at me from the pack of excited kids at the Christmas carol choir concert?
“Who will make little Mother’s Day card with writing barely readable
Who? Why? When?
Who will tell me pretend stories of monkeys, gorillas and Iguanas. She lay there sobbing and crying as she recalls her losses.
When I am in distress I call you because you answer me.
Losing a child through miscarriage or stillbirth, or other circumstances leaves a couple drained, confused and the future uncertain.
Today week we celebrate Easter, I wonder, how did the mother of Jesus felt losing her son. Mary must have been
distraught just as any other parent.
His earthly parents felt helpless and hopeless, one minute they had a son, the next he was gone.
I am certain they experienced the pain of loss any parent would at the loss of a child. At the time it felt like all hope was gone, they couldn’t see past the present, their loss, pain and heartache had blurred every thought. They did not see 3 days later.
This was how I felt when I lost my two precious babies to miscarriage. Having waited for a long time I finally had something to look forward to. I thought the wait was over, when I felt pregnant but the cruel hand of lost came and snatched my dream from me.
I was elated at the news of my pregnancy, to finally be pregnant and be an expectant mum, felt like heaven to me.
And then came the bleeding, the pain and the aches. The why mes and the when. At that moment, I felt lost, helpless and hopeless. My world came crashing down.
Back to Mary, she didn’t see the next 3 days, the miracle of resurrection and the hope life gives, she was consumed by her lost.
The gap between when her son, ‘The Saviour’ came back to life, was a blur. She couldn’t go about business as usual, hence she took it upon herself to anoint his body daily.
At least she could do something with her time, she looked forward to the next day when she would anoint his body again, but it was another disappointment. He was gone again, taken away from her. Her one last shred of hope.
Nothing wrong in hanging on to hope and whatever reminds us of what we want and lost. Just like Mary we hang on, holding on to whatever may make us feel better. We live one day at a time.
Mary, was wrong he hadn’t been taken away from her again, he had come back to her, he had given her life, hope and reason to live again. Her son came back.
Our lost child may not resurrect like Jesus did, but we can have faith in the knowledge that we can start again, we have life and we can try again and dream again.
I waited for several years to fall pregnant, Only to suffer miss stages. I taught my number was up, my world caved in and my hope of being a mum was still a distant dream.
We decided to give it another try and go for it again, and our resolve paid off, we now have 2 little girls, our tears turned to Joy, our sorrows a distant memory and the lost we suffered remembered without pain.
My encouragement to you today.
Let the Easter story fill you with faith to believe and strength to carry on. The pain you feel from the loss you suffered will be stepping stones to a comeback.
You may have lost a child but let your hope come alive again, let it resurrect and fill you with faith to try again, to see beyond your lost.
You too will some day experience joy and peace when your desires are reborn. I don’t know how it will be, but with God nothing shall be impossible.
Easter gives us a hope and strength to keep trying, to trust, to have faith, and believe.
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