No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font, or punctuation.
Unscripted. Unedited. Real.
5 mins of writing on a set topic.
I’ve decided that if I ever wanted to do more writing….and to really get serious about it then I need to be able to just write. Simply write. So I’m going to join some friends linking up at Lisa-Jo’s blog and we shall see what fun ensues…..
So here goes….
Where to start? What to start writing about? Red. Red. Red.
Red red wine. There’s a song about that.
I was thinking on the red thing and flicking from open tab to open tab on my netbook…..and bam. There in my facebok feed was a link to an article about a 19 week old baby who was born, survived a few minutes and then passed. This tiny, red, human being, held in someone’s hands ever so carefully. Perfectly formed, but too tiny to survive.
I can’t bring myself to the read the whole article. I can see the first paragraph and the photo. The red baby. Someone’s hopes for the future, wrapped up in a precious bundle. Someone’s heart, crushed by what was not to be.
Do you know what a miscarriage that happens after 12 weeks is called? A spontaneous abortion. I learnt that the hard way. Those words, they sting. They go down deep, into a deep dark well of hurt.
But the more I live this life and the more I grow as a Mother and a Wife, with me grows my love for my family, I realize how great is God’s love for us. So much greater than my meager offerings.
His love is higher than the heavens. Deeper than the oceans.
Who can pour life and healing balm into a deep well of hurt? Only God.
What can refresh and renew dreams, and take the place of dreams no longer able to be fulfilled? Only the hope we have in Him.
It isn’t possible for us to have all the answers, we’ll never ever know why some babies are taken too soon, but we can rest in the peace that as we grieve, the Lord grieves with us.