In August we’re expecting the birth of our new baby. We’re so excited and thankful to God.
And yet we grieve the two babies that we lost through miscarriage.
We were meant to have a baby this month. He/she(?) was due around now. We had a couple of scans. One week we saw our baby with a beating heart, the next week we saw our baby and their heart was still.
We’re sorry we never got the chance to meet you, precious one.
We don’t understand why it happened.
We miss you. We remember you. We love you.
“See, I will create
new heavens and a new earth.
The former things will not be remembered,
nor will they come to mind.
But be glad and rejoice for ever
in what I will create,
for I will create Jerusalem to be a delight
and its people a joy.
I will rejoice over Jerusalem
and take delight in my people;
the sound of weeping and of crying
will be heard in it no more.
‘Never again will there be in it
an infant who lives but a few days”
– Isaiah 65:17-20