Remembrance and Restoration

Remembrance and Restoration

The physical pain, the emotional pain, the “letting people know,” the condolences, the what-ifs, the fake smile I put on to match my fake Christmas spirit, and the feeling of being crushed. If you were to ask me what I remember from a few days before Christmas in 1992, these are the vivid recollections I would list for you. 

I also remember finding a sorrowful sense of irony in losing a baby to miscarriage just days before the celebration of Jesus’ birth.

My mind had the following phrases on repeat: God could have prevented it from happening and God could have performed a miracle once it happened.

The question of “God, where were You?” evolved into, “God, why would You…” and then, “God, how dare You…” (and there’s still a part of me that wonders how I was not zapped or struck by lightning immediately after uttering those words to Him…) 

As I wrote in a post a few years ago, My First Pregnancy, My Faithful God, and My Firm Stand“He knew my husband and I were ecstatic about being parents. How dare He take this baby away? Yep, I said those words to the Creator of the Universe. I looked upward, right up to the sky and screamed, “How dare you!” Looking back on that moment and the bitterness I harbored for quite some time afterward, I sometimes think, “Wow, God, it takes a lot of nerve for an almost 22 year-old woman to challenge Your sovereignty. Thank You from the bottom of my heart for being patient with me and lovingly waiting for me to realize there was no one to blame.” I wasted a lot of time being mad at God when I could’ve spent that time being comforted and held by Him instead.”

I am unable to give an eloquent explanation of why it occurred, and equally unable attempt to inspire others with a “Therefore, this is why terribly sad events sometimes happen…” speech wrapped up in some sort of Christmas-time revelation gift with a bow on top. Oh, how I wish I could say that I remember that I allowed God to fill my emptiness to overflowing with His comfort and love. But instead, I remember resting in rage and resentment and not allowing God to console me with His relief and restoration.

I clearly remember a list of painful moments stemming from a miscarriage during the Christmas season years ago, but in Lamentations 3:21, there is mention of “remembering something that fills me with hope.” What is that something? As verse 22 and 23 say, “The LORD’s kindness never fails! If he had not been merciful, we would have been destroyed. The LORD can always be trusted to show mercy each morning.” That something is an unrivaled kindness and mercy that He lovingly pours out upon us. Years have passed, and although there is a comfort and excitement in knowing I will meet that baby in Heaven, I still wish there had been a different outcome – namely one in which I am a mother to 5 thriving children, instead of 4. I believe we can still be Jesus-loving, God-trusting people even if we sometimes wish a couple of parts of our life stories had been written differently. But dwelling on those thoughts instead of asking God to increase our trust in Him causes us to hang on to hurt instead of having the beautiful experience of being healed by Him. His unmatched kindness and mercy will ultimately overshadow painful memories every time.

I eventually made a choice to focus on remembering God’s kindness and mercy instead of loss, and as a result, gained an incomparable hope of a future filled with promise.

Good Night, Little One

Good Night, Little One

I’d like to share the lyrics to my most recent song. It is a lullabye: “Good Night, Little One.” Scroll to the bottom, and you’ll find the YouTube link! Yesterday, I sang it to my grandson before his nap. 😀 I would love for you to listen and let me know what you think!

Good night, Little One. It’s time to rest. Today’s been such fun. We sure are blessed. In the morning you’ll awake, ready for the day with a smile upon your face. We have memories to make. We have dreams to chase. Although I do not know how many stars are in the sky tonight, and I don’t know how God designed them to shine such perfect light, I sure know Jesus loves you more than you can imagine. He will forever and ever and ever. Sleep in peace. Sleep in peace. God will protect you through the night and keep you from harm. He’ll hold you close; He’ll hold you tight in His loving arms. Although I do not know how many stars are in the sky tonight, and I don’t know how God designed them to shine such perfect light, I sure know Jesus loves you more than you can imagine. He will forever and ever and ever. Sleep in peace. Sleep in peace. Little One, Little One, Little One, Little One, Little One.

Good Night, Little One

Tomorrow Will Be a New Day

Tomorrow Will Be a New Day

I don’t have a blog post to share today, but I would like to share a song I wrote. “Tomorrow Will Be a New Day” is a lullaby that I started writing bits and pieces of while rocking my grandson, Traxen, to sleep. I recently finished it, and I hope you enjoy it!

Lyrics: Lullaby, lullaby. Close your beautiful eyes, and dream the night away.

Lullaby, lullaby. Close your beautiful eyes. Tomorrow will be a new day.

Now it is time to rest and take deep breaths. Say our prayers, and God will listen.

It’s time to say, “Good night,” by the moonlight, while the shining stars twinkle and glisten.

Lullaby, lullaby. Close your beautiful eyes, and dream the night away.

Lullaby, lullaby. Close your beautiful eyes. Tomorrow will be a new day.

Tomorrow we will talk, and take a walk, and listen to the birds sing.

Let’s make a list of what to do all day and be sure to cross off everything.

The sun will rise, and light up the skies. We’ll have a delightful day.

And when it’s time for bed, you’ll lay down your sweet head. We’ll fold our hands and pray.

We’ll thank God over and over and over and over again for loving us so amazingly.  

Amen.

Lullaby, lullaby. Close your beautiful eyes, and dream the night away.

Lullaby, lullaby.  Close your beautiful eyes.  Tomorrow will be – 

Tomorrow will be – Tomorrow will be a new day.