Love Poured Out

The Lord really lavished his love on us during this time. He was there in the waiting, in the stillness, in the decision-making, and in the gut-wrenching tears. I am so grateful for His promise to be with us in all things.

He also used His Church to extend more love and care towards us than I could ever have imagined. This miscarriage came during the last 2 weeks prior to us moving across the country. I was heartbroken and in pain, terrified that I was going to lose the last few weeks with my closest friends. Instead, these hooligans bombarded us with more support than we could even ask for. They cared enough to ask all the questions, to genuinely cry with us, to pray with us and for us. They drove me everywhere I needed to go. They took turns making us food for 2 whole weeks - every meal. They also brought more comfort ice cream then two people could eat in 2 weeks and then helped us eat it. They sent us flowers. When I was disappointed to miss a weekend beach trip, everyone cancelled plans and instead, they came over and watched movies, played games, and made us laugh when I didn't know I could. They helped us pack, clean, and get rid of some extra stuff. They planned endless "last" dinners and surprise parties. They wrote us letters, cards, gave us gifts and endless memories. Then, one of our friends made us this incredible treasure - our precious family tree, including all of the little ones who have already gone to Heaven. If you love this as much as I do, you should check out her work at Luke Isaiah Tree.

Honestly, I really can't describe it all... because it was immeasurable. I have never been more thankful for a group of people in my life. I will never be able to thank them enough, not just for those 2 weeks, but for loving us intensely throughout the 2 years we lived in Massachusetts. Deep friendships don't always take a lifetime to build, sometimes people choose to be vulnerable and to love you even knowing you may leave.

On top of that, my parents came out for several days to help take care of us, too. They were so amazing and gracious. They talked with us, cried with us, made meals, cleaned and packed up several boxes, and helped with everything you could imagine and more. I am so grateful for their willingness to come so far at the drop of the hat each time we've walked through miscarriage. I don't know what I would do without them. Then, in October, my parents sent me this beautiful statue of an angel holding a little one, as a way to remember our little ones in heaven for Pregnancy and Infant loss remembrance day!

We also had countless long distance friends send us endless love, support, and gifts of encouragement!!

We feel so blessed, and continually reminded of God's unconditional love for us even through the darkness. A wonderful community does not make the grief any less, but sharing the grief together does make the burden easier to bear.... and for that I am eternally grateful.