Giving glory in grief.
Some dear friends, Jim and Carolyn, lost their baby girl at 21 weeks last year. Her heart stopped beating in the womb, and a week later, she was stillborn.
After three boys, it was finally a little girl for this family. We were eagerly awaiting her arrival, and were heartbroken when we heard of her death. The pangs of labor but no first cries of life, no breath.
As a mother, in my frailty, I can’t imagine holding my lifeless baby and worshiping — “The Lord gave, and the Lord has taken away. Blessed be the name of the Lord.” (Job 1:21)
But this is what our friends did. Through tears, they gave glory to God. They graciously invited us into their sorrow. And I’m writing this to remember their example.
To give glory in grief, even when it strikes me in the most tender parts of my heart: my children.
“… bittersweet … my loss was the Lord’s and her gain, I rest in that. To God be the Glory!” (Carolyn’s words)