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In Pain Redeemed I share the lyrics to a song I wrote during my battle with infertility. I pray this bless you in your own journey.
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I didn’t really think of the ramifications of having a daughter who can read well. The other day I came into the room and she was snuggled up on the couch with Pain Redeemed in her hands. I raised my eyebrows but didn’t say anything. Later she came to me and hugged me from behind. “Oh, Mommy,”…
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When October comes each year, I watch the dates on my calendar. The days arrive slowly, in order. The day I miscarried the first time, followed by Annie’s birthday. She would have been six this year if we had been able to bring her home. Slicing grief that still stings. Grief that is muffled by…
Nights were usually the hardest. After the sun went down and my husband slept beside me, all the questions and fears would rise up inside. I was so confused. I wanted to be strong and faithful but I didn’t have any idea how. I felt pressed down with questions. Questions about where God was while…
You’ve heard it, I’m sure. Whispered in the dark of night. Shouted under the bright light of day. Slithering into the desperate places of your heart. Maybe it came while you were in crowds of people or locked in your bedroom with the curtains pulled tightly shut. I’ve felt it in the deepest places of my…
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True, true words.
Beautiful, Natasha.
LOVE!
Beautiful sister! ~ Amy
Reblogged this on Failing at Haiku and commented:
The first line hit me so powerfully, that I had to reblog this.
Needed this today. Thank you!