Today has been marked on my calender since the day I learned I was pregnant. It is the day I would have been 12 weeks pregnant. My first miscarriage happened on the first day of week 12. I viewed this day as a hurdle, and a sigh-of-relief kind of day.
Today Ruth called to ask me for help. She is having a miscarriage. I told her what to do, what to expect. I sat on a case of water bottles in the Dollar Tree while my kids played in the Halloween decorations, and listened to her cry. I listened to how she shouldn't be here, how confusing it all was, how devastated she is. I listened as she told me how unsafe she felt, like nothing would ever be safe again, that she is not immune to other losses that may come. I listened as she panicked and tried to hold on to her faith, and as she told me how much she had wanted this baby.
All I could say was, "I know."
3 comments:
Wow what strengh you have. You were probably the only person to help her at that time, and there you sat at the dallor tree listening. What a great example you are. GREAT!!
Okay, so Rebekah leaves comments all the time so I have to leave at least one...since I am your visiting teacher too! Your experience sounds very familiar to one I had recently ;0) Lots and lots of hugs and one kiss (on the cheek).
Laine, you are a friend beyond words. I am so blessed that you have been able to help me, all the while going through your own pain. I keep thinking it's unfair of me to keep calling you, but at the same time, I keep thinking that at this moment, you are the only person who doesn't need explaination for my feelings. God truly blessed me when he brought you into my life, and I hope that I can be the friend to you that you ahve been to me. I love you girl.
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