There is a beauty in the pain. The pain of a woman crying
out as she labors to deliver her dead child…the pain of knowing a dream of
another baby has died for the moment. The pain of waiting for things to go back
to “normal” when that is not what you want and you know things will never be
the same again. A pain like no other…It is intense physically, mentally, and
emotionally. There is nothing that compares to this specific pain…
But, somehow it is tragically beautiful. The blood and tears
and cries for mercy create a stark contrast with the laughter shared between a
man and wife who have just gone through the worst experience of their life
together and don’t know how to handle it. They don’t know what to do but they
continue to laugh, and cry, and hold each other. They cry out to God to give
understanding, or at least acceptance. They hope for another chance to bring a
new life into the world but at the same time they fear going through this
again.
The love they share has only grown through this as they see
each other’s pain and try to comfort one another. They know they will never
forget this but they trust the road will get easier and the pain will become
less intense. They will look up and think of the child they will meet someday.
They will look up and think of the One who gave His only child for them. They
will rejoice, because God is with them.
