We lost our 10th child to miscarriage on Monday night. I feel like I’ve added a notch to my “belt”. I can say, “I’ve had six miscarriages, how many have you had?” Honestly, my flesh wants to go there, to compare sufferings with other people to see who has suffered the most. It is a ridiculous reaction, but I admit to it.
I hope that any suffering I experience will be useful for serving others. 2 Corinthians 1:3-4 says, “Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our affliction, so that we may be able to comfort those who are in any affliction, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God.” This is the response I want to have. I have friends who have not been able to have any children. I can only imagine how painful that is, but I hope I can be more compassionate to them and remember to pray for them more, having gone through the miscarriages.
The Lord does have a purpose in the miscarriages, and so I pray that He will bring it about. I certainly do not have all the answers. It doesn’t make sense to me that God would give us a heart (His heart) for children and then not allow us to have more children. I do know that losing precious babies makes me even more thankful for the four wonderful children God has given us. It really is a miracle every time a baby is conceived and carried to term. Only God can accomplish it.