Within a few weeks, my world went from ecstatic joy at the news that we were expecting twins to devastating grief when the ultrasound technician said there were no heartbeats nor had there been any growth since our last ultrasound a few weeks earlier. Is this really happening to us? That evening, the awful event of miscarriage confirmed the technician‘s diagnosis. Our miscarriage was emotionally and spiritually crushing. Days turned into weeks, and then into months, and I was emotionally and spiritually lower than I had ever been in my life. At times, t he grief practically choked me of the very air I breathed. I was desperate for some form of comfort to revive my grief-stricken, joy-suffocated soul. “How in the world am I to deal with this?” “Where do I turn for comfort ?” "How do I even move forward in life?" “Lord, help me!” was my constant cry. God heard my desperate pleas, and in His goodness and perfect timing, He brought me
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