Mixed in with our week of joy and celebration (the birth of our Savior and the birth of our oldest child Kate-4) we have experienced great sorrow. We've suffered the miscarriage of our 4th child.
We recently found out that we were expecting and were filled with such joy. We had begun discussing baby names and room arrangements to make way for our new child. We already loved our new child. I went to the doctor twice this week, once on Kate's Birthday and once on Christmas Eve and that's when it was confirmed that we had miscarried.
I'm just so sad. I wanted my baby....I wanted to hold my baby.
The Lord has been ever so gracious to me. Rick was home all week which has been a tremendous blessing. We've had dear friends watch the children so Rick and I could be alone for a little while. We've had family and friends bring meals. All of these acts of love have shown God's care and comfort. I know God's word is true as I feel His comfort and peace. And I know that while I am weak, He is strong.