[pain.that.scars]
She sat quiet and still with such deep pain etched on her face, it hurt to look at her. She did not say a word but her lack of speech said plenty. It said that she was having a hard time sleeping again. It said that she was feeling alone and sad and angry. It said that she wanted to crawl into a hole and protect herself from everything around her. It said that every breath that tore through her lungs was just a reminder that a tiny infant she carried for eight and a half months…never breathed.
She was bleeding raw with a wound so deep and jagged it will be impossible for it to ever be smooth. The rough and ragged edges will heal slowly with a constant ache. Forever, the person who she is, who she was, will be marked by that pain.
And she’s not the only one…
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Wow! Thank you!
Wow! I agree that line “God does not fear pain” it struck me too. I guess I never thought of it that way.I’ve never lost a child but have friends that have, and it has to be the worst kind of pain to go through. Thankfully God is good even in that kind of loss and we/they don’t go through it alone. Thanks.
something about the sentence “God does not fear pain” struck me. It somehow gave me a boost of courage and reminded me that God does, in fact, KNOW. Thank you for your words.