This time of year can be incredibly difficult for those grieving a loss. A painful reminder of who they are not celebrating with at Christmas. Perhaps it is the baby longing to be conceived, the little one who was miscarried, the child delivered stillborn or the one who lived for only a short few weeks.
Our first miscarriage happened at 12 weeks, the day before Christmas Eve. As the choir sang Joy to the World my heart was gripped with pain. A time of good tidings and cheer and I was overcome with sorrow. As the world celebrated the birth of a baby, I grieved the loss of ours.
One year later, the following Christmas I remember being nervous and anxious. How would I emotionally get through this when otherwise I would be celebrating with our eight month old.
I was getting ready for Christmas Eve Mass when I heard a baby, a coo. I walked out into the living room expecting to see my small nephews, thinking perhaps my brother stopped by without me knowing. There was no one. The house was empty. To some it may sound ridiculous, but it was a sound so distinct and clear, that I knew it was God reaching out to console me and bring healing to my heart.
Last week I had the privilege of being invited to EWTN to tape two shows with At Home with Jim and Joy. Honored and humbled by the opportunity and truly a gift to share our story and the book, Nursery of Heaven. I am sharing the interviews with you, in the hope that it brings some kind of healing into your lives. Perhaps a stirring from the Holy Spirit or the needed balm for your soul.
We are in this journey together and ultimately it is healing and hope that God is longing to pour out into our hearts. Please know that I am praying for you!