Today I’m writing over at “I Take Joy”…
Here’s a glimpse of the article…
Motherhood. The word conjures up a host of emotions and words that we long for and dream of for years.
Planning. Expectations. Anticipation. Celebration. Embracing.
Millions of women have experienced the miracle of motherhood. The transition from a woman with a whole heart into a woman with a capacity to have her heart live both inside and outside of her body is a beautiful and miraculous process.
A woman’s heart is never again whole once she has children. For each of her children carry a piece of her heart with them through life. Our capacity for love grows with each pregnancy. We may think our hearts are full to capacity and yet with each new pregnancy emotions shift and unexplainable reserves of love make their way into our hearts.
Yet, because we live in a broken world suspended between the perfection of the Garden of Eden and Heaven, we understand that life is not always carefree. Sometimes, life brings events that shake our foundation for a season.
Infertility. Miscarriage. Stillborn. Prematurity. Death.
Harsh, ugly words that no one wants to say much less experience as part of their journey in life.
Yet…too many of us do have one or more of those words as part of our life’s resume. Known as grief, there is a process that we go through when our hearts are disappointed and we lose people or dreams that we had loved and held onto in our souls.
And when babies we carried beneath our breasts, those who lived and breathed and whose heart beat to its’ own cadence closer to ours than any other human being will ever be, leaves us…part of our heart goes to Heaven with them and never resides again here on earth.
- When we miscarry, hormones rage. Ovaries and uterus contract and try to find their rhythm again leaving us with emotions that are often hard to control.
- When death comes to a child, the word sorrow takes on a depth of unexplainable meaning.
- When we long for a child and fertility alludes us, empty wombs and arms seem to betray our femininity.
- Grief includes waves of sadness that suffocate us making breathing seem a difficult chore.
- In our valley, words spoken by well-meaning and good intentioned friends seem shallow.
- Maybe most painful of all is that human comfort is lost for a season.
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