It's funny how fear creeps in.
And I don't mean funny, "Ha-ha."
It's not like my world doesn't have the reality of a lost baby. I have friends all over who are living with the same heartbreak - some even more tragic than my own. But all these joint experiences seem to combine, at times, into a mindset where it is a true miracle that
any baby is born healthy and alive.
I lay down for a nap on Saturday and got up around 4. Between 4 and 7 I only felt the faintest of flutters - odd for a baby who is getting pretty active.
Crazy active at times.
So I prepared supper and played with Peyton and prayed. Ate supper praying with each bite. Bathed my daughter and reminded myself of Who gave her to me. I did some stuff on the computer with my mind and heart pleading, "Please Lord. Not again."
The end of that story was that she did - of course - start moving more urgently as the evening wore on. By the time Kurt got home at 10:30, she was causing my whole stomach to shift from side-to-side. I was beyond relieved.
I'm not ever in a place where I can think, "Of
course she's okay." because I know that isn't necessarily true. Just wanting something to be fine doesn't make it so. Telling yourself positive mantras doesn't affect reality. Laughing at your fears doesn't make them irrelevant. When the world crashes around you, the anti-stress workshops seem almost comic in their simplistic approach to life.
This world
is a place where bad stuff
does happen. To think otherwise is kind of a head-in-the-sand approach.
So how
does anyone cope?
In my case, it's Jesus.
Because I know
He loves me.
He has planned my future.
This baby, Peyton and Autumn are known to Him.
He has given me all my children - but they are ultimately His.
I am known to Him. Whatever circumstances come across my path - tragic or triumphant - are for my good, His glory - and I will see that someday. I believe it - really I do.
He has humbled me and made me dependent. That's okay. Because just like chanting positive thoughts doesn't make tragedy disappear -
thinking I'm in control doesn't make it so. How much better to embrace it - and better yet! - to embrace the
One who has a firm grasp on the steering wheel?
Thanks to those of you who keep our family in your prayers and thoughts... it means so much. Keep up the good work! :)
I have no doubt that God is using all of that to keep us stable and sane. :)