Another month of grieving. My body responds incompletely, so I still ache and bleed. My mind longs for a different reality. My spirit craves community, just beyond reach.
"My aim is to know Christ, experience the power of Christ's resurrection, to share in Christ's suffering, and to be like Christ in death, and so, somehow, to attain to the resurrection of the dead." Phil 3:10-11 NET
The fellowship of suffering is painfully inclusive. The loneliness of another miscarriage is met in the loving, knowing acceptance of Jesus. Death continues to invade my body. My children keep dying. God continues to be good, deeply good. It's not a trite adage, rather a profound and complicated Truth I am learning through the literal blood of my actual womb.
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