When Will There Be No More Sorrow, Pain or Death?
Today, I got the news that a friend had lost her baby at birth. Even though it’s been almost four years since losing Hope, and even though I have heard of so many sweet babies passing away, my heart breaks anew each time I hear those words. Every time, my brain scrambles for the words to pray, and my soul aches with the pain I know the family is experiencing. I try to pray for comfort for them, but I know that they can’t and won’t be comforted for months (if not years). I try to pray for God to hold them, but I know that their faith is being tested like never before. I know that He is with them, but they may not feel His presence in the midst of such great pain. I pray for the mother as she has to tell her other children that the baby has passed away; having to walk your living children through grief is so difficult when all you want to do is hide and process your own sorrow. I pray for the father as he has to make funeral arrangements and decide between cremation and burial; no parent ever dreams that they will be making that choice for their child.
I think of the mother who went into labor dreaming of the child she was about to meet, only to be met with the jarring reality of death and profound loss. I pray for her physical healing because her body has not gotten the memo that the baby has died; milk will still come in, and hormones will still shift, but there will be no baby to feed and no reward for her labor. I pray for the family as they will soon pack away all the baby things they so lovingly washed and organized. I pray for the siblings, grandparents, and extended family who will also grieve the baby they were so looking forward to meeting. These are just a few of the thoughts and prayers that run through my mind each time I hear of a baby’s death.
I also pray for Jesus to come back soon so that He can make all things new. I hate living in a world where babies die, and I know that God never wanted it to be this way. One day, there will be no more sorrow or pain or death or grief. One day, I will never hear about another family who has lost such a precious gift. During these moments of deep grief, I turn to the Psalms of lament. Psalm 44: 23-26 states, “Awake! Why are you sleeping, O Lord? Rouse yourself! Do not reject us forever! Why do you hide your face? Why do you forget our affliction and oppression? For our soul is bowed down to the dust; our belly clings to the ground. Rise up; come to our help! Redeem us for the sake of your steadfast love!” God wants us to cry to Him in our pain and be honest. He knows that this world is not fair or kind, and He expects and welcomes our questions and desires for help. God wants nothing more than to come to our rescue, though that doesn’t always mean that the tragedy is removed. He promises to never leave us, to walk with us through the valley of the shadow of death, and best of all, He has already defeated death and prepared a better place for us in heaven.
Come, Lord Jesus. Please come soon!
is a wife to Will and mom to two beautiful boys on earth (Matti and Sammy) and three precious babies in heaven (Hope, Jonah, and January). She is a stay-at-home mom who enjoys writing, reading good books, cooking new recipes, and playing piano. She lives in central Texas now but was born and raised in Georgia. She and her husband are now in the adoption process and can't wait to see what God has in store for their family.
Lauren is also a Doula serving in the San Antonio area, supporting women before, during and after birth. Click here for more info