It’s fall and somehow the leaves that abandon their source to make way for new life once winter rest has passed gives me hope. I see evidence of this cycle of life all around. What looks as though it’s been lost is giving way to something new.
But we must wait. Wait until the time has come for the newness to flourish in sun and rain.
I notice the color of loss is vibrant yet deceiving. So full yet so empty. Sad but hopeful.
I allow myself to feel every emotion that waves through me as I process this process. But I am determined to land on hope.
There are many different colors and shapes to our grief and they mirror the variation I see through the seasons. There is no good or bad. Our variety reveals who we are.
We beg the Maker to remove loss and replace it with abundance because we are desperate for joy. . .we are desperate for peace.
But there is peace in the process. . .that passes understanding.
My dear friend, I grieve with you in your process. I weep as you weep and I question as you question but I pray you find hope. I implore you to find the beauty that is hidden within the buds of growth and life as you journey through the seasons.
He will not leave you barren. He will not leave you bare.
“May the God of Hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing.” Romans 15:13
This post was written in honor of Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Day. I am part of this community having experienced 3 miscarriages and 1 ectopic pregnancy. Today I stand with the brave women who have endured loss and I remember the life we once carried in our wombs. I also stand in hope that the desires of their hearts will be fulfilled in His perfect timing. He is faithful.