On this day, six years ago, Martin Luther King, Jr. Day, I learned the meaning of these words. I learned that sometimes a time to be born and a time to die will occur at the same time. If you haven’t already read my story, I’ll just briefly share that I endured a healthy full term pregnancy that resulted in stillbirth.
I learned even more that, as confused, angry, hurt, lost, heartbroken as I was, God heals and restores. I learned that God is in control, of all things at all times.
I learned to surrender and trust Him, through the hurt and the pain.
Yes, six years later I still experience those feelings from time to time. A mother will never get over the loss of her child, she simply learns to live with it. Hope allows me to cope.
“God promises to one day remove all your sorrows and replace them with everlasting joy.”
As I kept busy at the salon this morning and enjoyed a nice evening afterwards with the family, we stopped as a family for a moment to remember. Every moment I breathe, I live remembering Wynter. Sleep well, my angel. You are loved. Until that day…