My husband and I experienced a miscarriage only a few months ago. The feelings and emotions we went through were almost unbearable. All I can say is it was so very dark. Dark, and grey. “Why would God allow this?” I questioned.  I didn’t understand why he would take her from me. But, I hold on to hope that there is a reason, a purpose.

The reactions people give after finding out I had miscarried, are not always what you would expect (for lack of better words).  Comments like “Well, you weren’t ready anyways. Right?”  The coldness some people give was the most shocking to me. It made me question myself even more. It sucked the very last drop of what little joy that I had left.

I refocused on work, our home, and on building our marriage. Mike and I bonded closer together and learned the outside edges of the darkness that draws close. The more we went through together, the more I realized how truly blessed I am.

We just found out we’re expecting again. The struggles we battled daily continues. Do we tell anyone? Do we share our exciting news? What will the reactions be like? Will I miscarry again? Will I be able to handle another miscarriage? Oh dear God!

I’m holding on to the hope that I can get though this with Christ. I have to accept what the Lord has planned for life. He does know what is best for all, right? He knows how much we can handle and he will not give us more than we can bear. He’ll bless those that believe in him. He’ll use mike and I and our family to build his kingdom. ALWAYS TRUST IN GOD!