Tomorrow will mark the 4th month since Sarah's birth and death. I suppose in time, I might stop keeping track of the weeks that have past. But each day is one day farther away from her, and each day is also one day closer to being with her again. I've been praying that the Lord will teach me to number my days.
Each day I see photos from my dear friends of little their babies, or hear of how they are growing. Or I hear reports of excitement and anticipation of little ones who will be arriving soon. There is an incredible pain in my heart, an emptiness that has been scooped out and has left a wounded gaping hole.
I'm reminded of the verse from
1 Corinthians 13:4
Charity suffereth long, and is kind, charity envieth not...
The feelings that I have are not of envy or bitterness,,,,,,,It's by God's grace that I am able to rejoice with those who rejoice,,,who also do weep with me when I weep. (Rom 12:15)
Each little baby is a miracle, an incredible blessing from God. I rejoice with them even with tears in my eyes.
Another thought to ponder is this:
Which of my dear friends who rejoice this day with their new little ones have not already endured affliction in earlier days or in days ahead?
Doesn't Jesus promise us in John 16:33 that in this world we will have tribulation?
1 Peter 5:9,10
...Knowing that the SAME afflictions are accomplished in your brethren that are in the world. But the God of all grace, who hath called us unto his eternal glory by Christ Jesus, after that ye have suffered a while, make you perfect, stablish, strengthen, settle you.
I know that some of them have had their time of affliction, some have had the same affliction as mine, some have had different afflictions,,,
but nevertheless,,they have had or will have their own affliction.
But for now, this is THEIR time of joy.
How can I not rejoice with them? I celebrate these new little precious lives with them!
God custom designs each of our lives. He sends sorrow or joy to each one of us in turn.
He refines us and perfects us to become more and more like him.
The Lord will perfect that which concerneth me.
Thy mercy O Lord, endureth forever...