It is strange the way things happen, I had lost my grandfather on Thanksgiving, my father unexpectedly 12 days later and about 6 weeks later miscarried in the middle of the night not knowing I was pregnant (long story there).

My husband who faints at the sight of blood was relegated to the hallway at 2am worried to death while I being practical triaged myself, determined a trip to the ER was unnecessary despite the massive quantities of blood, and told him we’d need to find a doc in the am on a Monday holiday in a new town. (An angel on a physician line found me a doc and got me a same day apt!)

The doc estimated I was about 4-8 weeks along and the lab tests confirmed the presence of a “product of conception;” I called him Michael.

You know I’ve never blogged about this, perhaps I will.

People always ask if we have children and I’m always tempted to say yes, but then never feel like explaining fearing they’ll roll their eyes. The other day someone was chiding me for not having any yet cause they wanted my mom to be a grandma and I almost snapped back something incredibly rude at them. I bet they never would have poked into a woman whom they had just met’s personal life like that again. But that wouldn’t have been very charitable of me, or at the least not very polite.

I’ve rambled, but back to my original point…Thank you.

That was a beautiful post.

While reading, I was struck by God’s amazing design of life. He gives and takes, and no, we are not the center….but it is all beauty and love, even the heartaches.

We have our own small, white casket as a part of our life. I ache inside whenever I mention her name, and my children look at me with a blank look….we lost her early in my pregnancy, but I don’t want them to forget! A sister in heaven is painful, yet glorious.

Thanks for this post.

Sarah, your writing is so well formulated. Your last two lines… well, they’re perfect. From a writing standpoint, you go girl! I suppose it does help to be so moved, so convicted, so sincere.. God bless you always!

Susan, you are the reason for many of my convictions. I can’t think of anyone else who could THANK God for taking their babies. I think God knew what he was doing, and I also think that there are many ways that in being who we are we inspire and impact those around us. You will probably never know the kicking and screaming I did toward God about the whole thing. But you will probably never appreciate just how pro-life and how strong in my faith I am as a result of your example either.