Today my mother-in-law brought my nearly 16 year old wedding dress to me. She had taken it and had it cleaned, bagged and boxed. (We recently found it while doing some major cleaning in the attic.) It was a lovely gesture. She said, "you never know, one day you may have a granddaughter who might want to wear it." Those few little words broke my heart. You see I learned yesterday that my oldest son's girlfriend had miscarried. I'm not thrilled with their choice to live together unmarried, but he is still my son and she is a wonderful girl. It wasn't a planned pregnancy and they were totally shocked to find out she had been expecting, but the sadness remains. A life, a child, a grandchild we never had the chance to touch, to hold, to love.
Life sometimes brings sadness. We don't always know what to do with the sadness. I know my God is capable of healing all wounds, of carrying the pain for me, but you have to release it to him for that to happen. Sometimes, we don't want to release our pain, sometimes we just want to hold onto it and not let it slip away from us. In the midst of it we don't realize that it's the release that heals us, that sets us free.
Father God, take good care of my unborn grandchild. Kiss his or her cheek for me and hold them safe in your arms.
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