Miscarriage, Scripture and Encouragement
That's my son with some flowers my mom sent this week. Thanks, Mom!
10/23/2012
I feel like a miner searching for gold, as I pull out my Bible these days. I am hungry for a Word from the Lord to speak to my dry heart. Here are a few of the verses that God has spoken to me, to encourage me the last few days.
He led me to Isaiah.
Isaiah 44:3-5 - The Lord says: Do not be afraid. I will water dry ground. I will pour My Spirit on your offspring and bless your descendents.
Thank You, God, for water on dry ground, for Your blessing, for Your Spirit!
Isaiah 49:14-25 - I think: the Lord has forgotten me! He responds NO... Look around, your sons gather and come to you. You will wear them as an ornament... Those who hope in Me will not be disappointed... Your children will I save.
Thank You, God, for remembering me. Thank You for saving my children!
Isaiah 54:13 - All your sons will be taught by the Lord and great will be your children's peace.
Thank You, God, that my miscarried children will be students of Yours and live in great peace. Incredible!
Isaiah 57:18-19 - "I will guide him and restore comfort to him, creating praise on the lips of mourners. Peace, peace to those far and near. I will heal them," says the Lord.
Thank You, God, for the day when praise will be on the lips of this mourner. Thank You for healing.
Isaiah 8:22-9:1-2 - Some see only distress, darkness and fearful gloom. There will be no more gloom for those in distress. Those walking in darkness have seen a great light. On those living in the land of the shadow of death, a light has dawned.
Thank You, God, for being Light in darkness. Thank You that I can have hope that a light will dawn, even if right now I'm living in the land of the shadow of death.
A friend shared these verses from Psalm 6 (The Message paraphrase): Please God, no more yelling, no more trips to the woodshed. Treat me nice for a change; I'm so starved for affection. Can't you see I'm black-and-blue, beat up badly in bones and soul? God, how long will it take for you to let up? Break in, God... I'm tired of all this - so tired. My bed has been floating for days and nights on the flood of my tears. My mattress is soaked, soggy with tears.
Thank You, God, for being big enough to hear me out when I'm angry, sad, complaining, and just plain tired. Then You for collecting my tears and not letting one of them go unnoticed or wasted.
Another friend shared these verses from Lamentations, which have been a comfort to me after each of my miscarriages. Lamentations 3:21-24, 31-33: This I recall to my mind, therefore I have hope. Through the Lord's mercies, we are not consumed, because His compassions fail not. They are new every morning; Great is Your faithfulness. "The Lord is my portion," says my soul, "Therefore I hope in Him!" ... For the Lord will not cast off forever. Though He causes grief, yet He will show compassion according to the multitude of His mercies. For He does not afflict willingly, nor grieve the children of men.
Thank You, God, for your mercy and compassion. You alone are our hope for this life and the next.
Next stop: looking up some more verses about heaven. Found Isaiah 11:6-9 where it pictures the wolf laying with the lamb, an infant playing with a cobra and being unharmed.
My 4-year-old son often asks me to tell him about heaven. He enjoys hearing about the no tears, no hurting, streets of gold, glassy crystal sea, and especially about Jesus building a place for us (he's a boy and thus loves all things related to building, from tools to layout and everything in between). It does my heart good to talk about heaven with him too, to be reminded of what awaits us and how heaven will last infinitely longer than our time on earth.
Yes, even in the midst of grief, I am finding gracelets (those little drops of grace that remind me that God is there, that He cares). Even in despair, He is bringing His Word to mind to speak care and compassion to my soul.
Thank You, God!
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2 Corinthians 3-4 Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God.
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