How I found Healing and Hope after a Miscarriage, Moving from Hurt to Hope after a Miscarriage: Part 4

  Moving from Hurt to Hope after a Miscarriage: Part 4

Today we continue our series on miscarriage, and how I found hope, healing and even joy after a miscarriage.

If you missed the story of our Sweet Babies you can find it here:

http://claritywithcharity.com/?p=374  and  http://claritywithcharity.com/?p=438 along with my,

Top 5 Ways you can support someone who has experienced Miscarriage: http://claritywithcharity.com/?p=420

Last week I shared that after my second miscarriage I was finding it very difficult to experience any hope or joy…   “After about 2 weeks of walking around in my tornado of bitterness, anger and comparison it struck me how much I did not want to be this person.  I didn’t want to be a woman who snapped and glared at every pregnant momma in sight.  I didn’t want to resent other women who had healthy children, and I didn’t want to be angry at God.  I didn’t want to spend the next twenty years of my life wandering around in self pity, I had to get out….but how???  I felt so trapped.”

One morning I went into our guest bedroom, got on my knees and cried out to God, “God, I need your help, I don’t want to be a bitter woman, I don’t want to be mad at you, I don’t know how to work through the way I feel, but you do, PLEASE HELP!!!!!!!” 

In the midst of my desperate plea for help a quiet stillness came over my heart and all I heard was this phrase in my mind over and over again, “Bless the Lord, O my soul”…”Bless the Lord, O my soul”…the words of David from Psalm 103:2.

My heart stopped at these words, deep inside my spirit fought… “what about me God?  I’ve been through a lot here!  Do I really have to bless you right now?  I don’t feel like it, actually I am pretty mad at you.”

The phrase kept echoing over and over, and I knew, I knew I needed to say the phrase out loud, to agree with His Word, to choose to agree even when I felt like it was the last thing I wanted to do.  I said it slowly and quietly at first, then a little louder, a little more sure, then heaviness broke, a victorious confidence rose in my heart, and I screamed it over and over, “Bless the Lord O my Soul!”  My heart erupted with praise, I began to thank God for who He was, for who I knew Him to be, for who His Word says He is.   He is kind, He is faithful when I am faithless , He is strong, He is powerful, He is just, He is good and He is worthy….He is so worthy, even when life is hard really hard, and I don’t understand…He is always  worthy of praise.

As I praised Him and thanked Him for who He was I received major breakthrough, the hardness that my heart was being drawn towards begin to melt. 

I asked Him my questions.  I asked Him why I had to lose two children in 6 months when I knew so many women who had lost none.  I asked Him why He hadn’t resurrected my child back to life, when I knew that He could.  I asked Him why Liya died when I believed with every fiber of my being that she would live here on this earth.  I asked Him if I would ever hold a child of mine in my arms.  And I asked Him “WHY” about a million more times.

I felt His comfort, His compassion and His heart break right along with mine.  He was listening to every question.  And still I heard no answers.

But I encountered HIM!!!!!!!!  His presence was so much sweeter and greater than all of my questions.  His presence filled the gnawing ache in my heart.  His presence filled the emptiness all my questions had carved into my soul.  He was enough, even though I didn’t receive the answers I thought I needed and even deserved.

Then He spoke to my heart.  He asked me if I would lay it down.  Lay down every question.  He asked me to give up my right to know and understand what I so desperately didn’t, what I so desperately wanted to know and understand.  What I felt I had a right to understand.

I knew this was part of the road to healing for my heart, part of the journey towards hope and so I said yes.  I said yes because I knew that God was for me, and He wanted my heart’s healing.  Only He could show me how to be whole.

 I wanted freedom more than I wanted my questions, I wanted the wholeness He had for me more than to keep my grip and grasp onto my what if’s and why didn’ts.  I have learned if God says to do something, to do it, because He loves me.  He is wise and wants to guide me into all truth.

Whenever the Lord asks me to lay something down, I always picture the cross.  I think about the cross and how when Jesus died He paid the price for all sin, suffering, shame, disease and death.  I think about the empty tomb and how regardless of what sorrow I experience in this world, that because of His victory I have a place in heaven, where there will be complete and utter perfection.

I think about the cross and grave because I need to remember, I am not just laying down my questions at the foot of a garbage can or leaving them in an empty room, I am laying them down at a place that is the source of victory and miracles.  I am laying them down and leaving it all with Jesus, the one who loves me most.  That is an awesome and safe place to leave my questions.

I can’t tell you the ten steps to work through a miscarriage.  I have found moving through grief towards a place of wholeness is such a different journey for each person.  But I know how I came to this place.  I found it because I was desperate and hungry for Jesus.  I was desperate for His help and for an encounter with Him.

Where can you go, to find what you need?   Its in Him, Its in Jesus.

Become desperate to encounter Him, Ask Him your questions, and then humble your heart to listen and submit yourself to do what He says.  Read His Word, and cling to it.  His Word and Character are unchanging and a source of life and truth regardless of our circumstances or our feelings.

I pray for you, friend, that whatever heartache you have encountered that you will be able to say “Bless the Lord, O My Soul (Ps. 103:2)” and that you will encounter the One:  “Who forgives all you iniquity, who heals all your diseases, who redeems your life from the pit, who crowns you with steadfast love and mercy, who satisfies you with good so that your youth is renewed like the eagle’s.” (Psalm 103:3-5)

We will continue our series on Miscarriage, by looking at a specific question I really wrestled with after losing our second baby.  What do you do, when you do not receive the object/circumstance/breakthrough that you had been believing God for? 

As always, I welcome your response.   How have you worked through grief?  Where are you at in your healing process?