This is not me today.
Today I am tired. Today I am a little broken, physically and spiritually—deeply grieving our loss, full of scars and incisions, and yet full of deep love for the Lord. Because through Him we can do all things. Because life is beautiful and holy, even if it is small and fleeting.
I was given the tremendous gift to carry this little one within me on Earth for a short time, the gift to dream about who Kolbe would be and how much his siblings would love and adore him.
I will never carry my love this far. But I will carry him in my heart forever. He closed his eyes, woke up and saw the face of Jesus. One day (hopefully when I’m old and gray) I’ll close my eyes, open them and see the perfect face of Jesus, with Kolbe and Augustine standing right behind him.
Thank you all for your love, prayers, support. You have no idea how these small texts, comments and gestures lift me up when I’m riding a dark wave.💙
If you are hurting from a miscarriage, here’s a blog post I wrote in 2014 that I had to re-read myself. https://tribebychar.com/2014/02/18/healing-from-a-miscarriage/