It’s day 82 of my picture a day weight loss journey and today I faced another demon. Metaphorically, of course, but I hadn’t been able to do it before now.
In October of last year I miscarried our fourth child, Shiloh Lael. It was significantly more painful than I anticipated it would be, but so too was it more growing than I could have foreseen.
Finally, after nearly six months of attempting to heal, I was able to write out the story of my loss. Miscarrying at the Foot of the Cross was the result.
Part of me was hesitant to finish because I thought that if I did I would be saying I was able to forget Shiloh. Such an erroneous fear. I will never forget my baby. I will never forget how much I loved my sweet baby or how much God has used this loss to draw me closer to Himself.
We may not always understand why God asks us to walk through the fire, but we don’t have to. He is good all the time and His will is perfect in all things. If we knew nothing else, that would be enough to get us through every hill and every valley in life.
Until Next Time My Friends,
The Taylor of All Trades