… For we were so utterly, unbearably crushed that we despaired of life itself. Indeed, we felt that we had received the sentence of death so that we would rely not on ourselves but on God who raises the dead. He who rescued us from so deadly a peril will continue to rescue us; on him we have set our hope that he will rescue us again, as you also join in helping us by your prayers, so that many will give thanks on our behalf for the blessing granted us through the prayers of many.
Three weeks ago, we got this:
Yesterday, we found out that our baby does not have a heartbeat.
Our hearts have been crushed to a million pieces, and the pain feels unbearable.
And so I’m writing this to ask for prayer.
Prayer unites us with the comfort of Jesus, the one well acquainted with grief, giving way to peace. Peace for ourselves, and peace for others. But it’s something we can not do alone.
I do not understand why prayer did not make my baby live. But I do know that where suffering abounds, Jesus is present. And as my prayers feel as lifeless as the baby still buried deep inside me, I am asking for those with able hearts to pray for us.
And one day, we hope to do the same for you.