A month ago, I delivered our first baby.
It wasn’t in the comfort of a hospital room, surrounded by doctors, nurses, and machines. It was in our house, in our upstairs bathroom, into a toilet hat. Our baby didn’t take their first breath here on earth, instead, our baby took their first breath safe in the arms of Jesus, in Heaven.
It was not a glamorous affair. It was an intimate, humbling, grace-filled moment that broke our hearts, but also a moment we will cherish for the rest of our lives.
One month later, our hearts have started healing. God is good and God is gracious. In moments that seem overwhelming (like this morning), when the pain wants to take hold and everyone and everything reminds us of the loss we suffered, God’s grace gives us His Hope. And we take hold of that Hope and cling on for life.
Grief is like the ocean; it comes in waves, ebbing and flowing. Sometimes the water is calm, and sometimes it is overwhelming. All we can do is learn to swim.
One month later, we are learning how to swim.