Reeling, I entered it being a funeral coffin.
That’s what I called myself for months, because that’s what I felt like after I miscarried our fourth baby.
I hated myself, my life, my enemy, my world, and my God.
Everything felt like death surrounding me.
I laid in bed, day after day, night after night, crying.
I personally knew God’s goodness. His faithfulness. But at that point, I wrestled with why we’d lost another baby. Why He’d let this one die when I cried out for Him to save.
From January 10th until January 19th, He took me, His highly-visual Daughter, on a series of imaginings. Through a whirl of fictional situations, so vivid in my mind I had to write them down. He whispered to me a title and encouraged me to add names. He showed me a place in outer space and asked me to share in the conflict. Who was good, who was bad. And at the end of ten days, I knew.
I had a story perfectly etched of 40 days in the life of an orphan.
I started writing.
In the middle of the miscarriage pain.
In the throes of hormonal angst.
In the vastness of confusion.
I became focused on writing only, and I hated anything that got in the way of it. (Especially the sleepless nights that meant I wouldn’t be able to write well the following day.)
Then, something amazing happened.
Midway through the first 50,000 words, my review of what I’d written came to a halt in realization. I was my main character, and God was the father-figure. He was holding me in it all and helping me heal. Same as the father-figure helped my orphan chara.
Everything shifted for me.
From hate to understanding.
God stood with me in my pain.
So intimately and carefully, He’d helped craft a story to lovingly draw me into my healing.
Healing—not just from the miscarriage—but from my insecurities.
I cried more.
I’d been seen.
And I was held.
It was beautiful in a way only a loving God could give.
Speed up to December 31st of 2019. Here’s where I ended the year:
- The hormonal-crazy of the miscarriage completely gone – yay!
- God expanded the story from 40 days to 40 years
- God brought me a bosom friend to co-write
- Co-writer and I wrote 431,073+ words in one year
God met me that January where I lay, angry, bitter, sorrowful, and lost, and gave me what I needed, and stayed.
It’s so like Him to love like that.
So very like Him to meet me.
So very like Him to meet you.
So very like Him.
“I entrust my spirit into your hand.
Rescue me, Lord, for you are a faithful God.” Psalms 31:5 (NLT*)
*Scripture quotations are taken from the Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright 1996, 2004, 2007, 2015 by Tyndale House Foundation. Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishers, Inc., Carol Stream, Illinois 60188. All rights reserved.