Dear Mom with empty arms,
In one split second your dreams are crushed.
In one split second your heart is ripped from your chest.
In one split second you are left empty – both physically and mentally.
It is a gut-wrenching experience that I pray no woman ever has to feel, but I know it happens.
Motherhood is a dream I’ve had since childhood. It’s a dream I longed for many days and nights. Even before I was married, I prayed for a godly husband and a family. That’s all I ever wanted – to be a MOM. So when we lost our first child, I was devastated. I had prayed for this child my entire life and now…it was gone. Just like that.
Every time we lost a precious baby, my heart sank. I became more and more bitter.
Bitter at the world, because they were still going about their day with no clue about my pain.
Bitter at God, because people who “didn’t deserve a baby” were pregnant with no apparent problems.
And bitter at myself, for thinking such terrible thoughts about someone else’s baby.
Dear Mom…I am here to tell you that you are NOT alone. I have been where you are. I have endured the hours of pain as my precious baby was released from my body. I have endured surgeries for them to remove the baby I longed for…prayed for.
You are NOT alone. I am here with you.
In prayer for another precious baby to hold.
You are loved. So loved.