Last week, another friend of mine lost her baby. The son for whom she prayed and waited so long was born still at forty weeks of pregnancy. My brain tried to stop working there for a bit. What do you say to her as she waits for the induction to work, both of you knowing she will not meet a live baby on the other side? What do you say after she and her husband arrive home with an empty car seat? What on earth, Lord?
I’ve often felt useless, unable to encourage hurting moms when I myself have never experienced infertility or miscarriage or infant loss or failed adoption. I’ve grown to feel almost guilty when I receive such sad news from the women I call my own. But I’m learning something… those guilty feelings are not from the Lord. As I walk through these tragedies on the sidelines of my friends’ lives, I’m learning that it’s okay not to know what to say.
For now, I’m sorry will have to work. I’m sorry and I’m hurting with you. I’m for you, and I’m behind you. I’m believing that He is good and faithful. I’m saying it for you, holding your arms up when you cannot. And I’ll still be here to say the same things when everyone else expects you to feel better.