One thing I learned from our miscarriage is just how fragile life is. In my pride, I sometimes take it for granted. We weren’t even through our first trimester before we were telling everyone we were pregnant “again” and laughing about it. Now looking back, I’m embarrassed at how invincible we thought we were. How flippant we were with such a special gift.
Friend, I know it’s hard to give God control. But it is so worth it. The overwhelming feeling of peace that comes afterward is life-breathing. It no longer feels like I’m drowning and being strangled at the same time.
Everyone knows the struggles of raising livestock and how it can drive people to anger and saying things that they don’t necessarily mean. And also that boys growing up will do anything to make themselves seem tough and manly. Well from my experience, I received the negative end from both of these.
On January 2nd, my husband, two-year-old toddler tornado, and I got on a plane bound for the People’s Republic of China. The answer to my second longest-standing prayer had been answered.