(Grayson & Finley, Windy Gap, April 2012)
I’ve stared at a blank screen multiple times to try to hammer out this post. I’ve been quiet here on the blog, mostly because I wanted to get this post written before I moved on to all the updates on the girls and all that we have been up to lately.
Tonight (about fourth time trying to write this), I mostly just feel like keeping it short and to the point. This has been a hard year. Back in October, we experienced this. Three months later, we were excited (and a little nervous) to find out I was pregnant again. On Friday March 2nd, at eight weeks into my pregnancy, we found out we had a second baby being held in Jesus’ arms.
Losing two babies in such a short time frame has rocked us. We are trying our best to face it all; wrestling through it with the Lord, clinging to what we know is true even when we don’t feel like believing it. We are committed to choosing to believe that the Lord is good, that He is enough, and that He loves us and He has the best plan in store for our family. It’s not easy. But we are trying, and we continue to know that He is close to the brokenhearted.
Since this blog serves as a family ‘album’ of sorts to document our lives (albeit sporadically), I wanted to make sure this little one did not go unrecognized. It’s hard to even wrap my mind around it, but we now get to experience two little ones here on earth and two more in heaven when we get there. We get to live in the joy, the messiness, the fullness of life here, all the while longing for that sweet day when we get to meet Jesus and our two babies face to face. Where He will wipe every tear from our eyes and all will be restored.