Contents: When it was over -- Just showed up for my own life -- You are the sun -- It's going to be alright -- Add to the beauty -- Rewrite this tragedy -- Something changed -- How can I tell -- To the moon -- Kingdom comes -- Why it matters -- Loving a person -- When it was over reprise. Also, it placed at the No. A word I have used to describe a loss that is indescribable. We come with secrets We come with written on our hearts, on our souls We come to new morning With only we can hold, that only we can hold Redemption in place, spaces Calling out the best of who we are And I want to add to the beauty To tell a story I want to with the light That's up inside It in inspirations It redemption to life and work To our and our work It in community It in a soul find it's worth Redemption in places, spaces Calling out the best of who we are And I want to add to the beauty To tell a story I want to with the light That's up inside This is grace, an to be beautiful This is grace, an invitation Redemption in places, spaces Calling out our best And I want to add to the beauty To tell a story I want to with the light That's up inside. But, with pregnancy loss, you don't have any of that.
There was absolutely nothing I could do to change what had happened, nothing I could have done to prevent it. God's strength is made perfect in weakness. Because the beauty of God never shines brighter than when it is contrasted and perfected in weakness. The contrasting pain that aches deep reminds me with a glaring joy to seek out the goodness before me, to hope for and seek out the eternal, lasting things before anything else. Friends, I've got more than I can handle.
It was released in the United States on October 4, 2005 by. A blow I never saw coming. You have people to share that pain with, the heaviness of the loss, the memories. While we struggle with many forms of imperfection, disease, brokenness here, one day all the hurt will be taken away and beauty will rise from our ashes. How can I let this be? And you don't have to either.
We aren't alone in this senselessness, this water swelling up, the pain threatening to take us under-- we are held up, by each other, by a God who will never let us drown when we reach out to Him. How do I mourn a child I carried, but never held? Archived from on September 7, 2009. Yeah, that is my life. There isn't a person on this Earth who has it all together, has perfection figured out, has everything under control. I needed to be strong.
I let it all rest on Him. It has been my life for the past 3 years. And then there are these moments, when your helplessness confronts you. In those days after losing our baby, I felt a weakness unlike any I have before. How can I fix this? Not exactly what the world around us says, but in this truth I am resting- I am clinging on to the things that are true, when right now nothing feels ok.
To know that I have such a treasure waiting for me in heaven, that is a sweetness unlike any other. I do not have the answers, but I do know that God has promised to make all things new. And it's okay if you do too. As I move through this grief, I plan to write and share more and hope that my story will speak to someone. We've been so blessed to have a couple very close friends wrap their arms and prayers around us and family that has stepped in to lighten our burden as well. Although this all sounds rather depressing, there is hope. I had to keep it together, for my kids, my husband.
I needed to be ok. How can there not be answers? While it does't make sense in this life, I have the assurance of a God who is in complete and utter control, who makes sense of the senseless and brings beauty from the mess. We rest in the promise that when every thing feels broken, we are safe in His arms. It's a loss unlike any I have experienced and at times I find myself so overwhelmed by the complexity and senselessness of it- why, why, why? I can't think of anything more valuable and hope filled than that. You have tasted the bitterness of that from your very first days, you have known pain, you have felt the ache. And it's ok, to not be strong. I didn't feel all that super, or strong or brave.
With possibilities only we can hold, that only we can hold Redemption comes in strange place, small spaces Calling out the best of who we are And I want to add to the beauty To tell a better story I want to shine with the light That's burning up inside It comes in small inspirations It brings redemption to life and work To our lives and our work It comes in loving community It comes in helping a soul find it's worth Redemption comes in strange places, small spaces Calling out the best of who we are And I want to add to the beauty To tell a better story I want to shine with the light That's burning up inside This is grace, an invitation to be beautiful This is grace, an invitation Redemption comes in strange places, small spaces Calling out our best And I want to add to the beauty To tell a better story I want to shine with the light That's burning up inside. Because, He is strong, His power made perfect in our weakness. I Saw What I Saw26. How do I talk about someone I loved so deeply, but never spoke to? Title Writer s Length 1. It's isolating and confusing and unbearable at times.
All of that has held us up and kept us pushing forward in hope. A close friend asked me in the midst of my miscarriage, was I mad at God? I've worked so hard the past 3 years to keep these exterior walls of strength up around the parts of me that were crumbling on the inside. My child's imperfection is out there in the open for people to see, but he really isn't so different from anyone else. We see weakness as a fault, a shortcoming and strength as a barrier against all the hurt the world throws at us. It just doesn't make sense.