I have this feeling inside my chest that just won’t seem to go away. I never understood heartbreak before, but now I feel as if my heart has been torn apart. And now as I go about my day, there is this ever present pain in the center of my being. Even when I am happy and laughing, I feel it there.
This week we lost a baby. A baby we had yet to see or hold, but was ours nonetheless. I still can’t seem to wrap my mind around the fact that there was a life that was growing inside me that is there no more. But my heart understands it and my heart feels the pain of this loss. I hadn’t seen a sonogram or heard the heartbeat. Although I cannot fully grasp what has happened, deep within me I am mourning the loss of our child.
Yet I know my baby lives. He is wrapped in peace and glory. He is held in the arms of my Savior, the One who formed him in my womb, who knit him together. One day we will all be together.
Until that day I will find rest in the comfort of the Almighty One. For I know it was He who numbered this baby’s days. And though they were few, they were meaningful and they will not be forgotten.