Trial of Faith
By Shaylee Ann
My heart ached.
My head pounded.
My faith was tried.
I was in agony.
My womb was empty of the life that once grew there.
I knew before we lost her that I would miscarry.
I was cramping.
I was bleeding.
I was calm.
The compassion I felt for the people I saw as I accepted the loss of our baby was like nothing I had ever experienced before.
I saw mothers with young children, and felt their deep love and concern as they raise sons and daughters in this fallen society.
I felt the pain and sorrow in the hearts of the people all around me.
I grieved for their trials and losses.
I asked the Lord,
Is this what I need to learn?
I prayed that it was, that I had learned it, and that my baby would stay with me.
I knew that my experience wasn’t over yet.
Still, I hoped.
The day came.
Her tiny body left mine in clots of blood and waves of peace.
I prayed, and the Lord was there.
I cried, and my heart was consoled.
My husband came to my side, and we accepted the loss of our baby together.
We distracted ourselves and carried on quietly.
Night came and tears soaked my pillow.
Then came the anger.
Why was my baby taken from me?
Why didn’t I do anything about it?
Why me? Why us? Why now?
I fought in an exhausted haze of confusion.
I didn’t understand.
We loved our baby.
What was happening to us?
I cursed the sympathy and begged for comfort.
I functioned merely on the adrenaline of anger and sorrow.
I wasn’t hungry.
I wasn’t thirsty.
I entertained the releasing thought of death.
Only my husband kept me going.
I gave into the loneliness, the agony and anger.
I questioned God.
I doubted my faith, my abilities, our future.
I succumbed to the numbing, damning influence of the devil.
I lacked confidence in my role as a mother.
I blamed myself.
Again, I wanted to die.
Still, my husband kept me going.
I realized at last that I am surrounded by love.
I am needed.
I craved joy.
I rested in the peace of the Lord.
Morning came, and though the sky was dark, my heart felt . . . light.
I laughed in genuine glee.
I smiled by the grace of His Mercy.
I live, though still in pain, with His healing balm coursing through my soul.
I have my Eternal Companion,
I have the Gospel,
I have family,
I have love,
I have faith.
I miss her with a fierceness that I never imagined would be a part of my life.
I yearn for her spirit.
I ponder on her mission.
I love her.
Yet, I await a new spirit.
I prepare greater than before.
Still, my faith in God, my love for my husband, for my children, and for my life keep me going.
My womb will once more be filled with life.
And I am happy.