My sister is losing her baby today. She is 9 weeks pregnant but the baby has no heartbeat and this baby will not grow before our eyes, but in Heaven instead. My stepsister delivered her son as a 24-week preemie on February 3rd. He lived until February 8th.
We are all grieving. Devastasted. Lonely for babies we thought would fill our arms in just a few short months.
As I pray for my sisters, think of them, talk to them, I wish there was something I could do. I wish I could make this not be happening. I wish I could make it all go away. I can't, so then I wish I could heal their hurt. I wish I could bear some of it for them.
And for the first time it occurs to me that our Jesus went to the cross in part to ease our pain. He didn't want to suffer and die, but he did want to take away our sins. I think it's safe to assume that as he did suffer, his perfect love for us meant that he was more than just willing. I think he ached to provide a solution for us.
There's nothing I can do to take away my sisters' pain, but I am so thankful that we serve a Savior who loves us enough to take it all on his very back so that we can live.