This past Thursday
was a full day: dealing with frozen pipes at home, attending and leading
meetings and seminars, teaching, writing, a trip to the gym and the grocery store. But it was not
nearly as full as we expected it to be 6 months ago.
January 23, 2014
was supposed to be full of first diapers and proud doctors and a waiting room full of
family and a swaddled baby, just wiped fresh from the messiness of birth. This Thursday was the due date for our first
child, a daughter we said goodbye to in August.
A day we looked forward to with ultimate wonder, expectation and hope: now,
just another Thursday. Except with more
tears.
I have watched
this day coming on the calendar, wondering how it would feel to live
through. Would it sting with fresh
grief? Would it knock me over, or gently
pass? Neither, really. Because as I grieved with fresh tears and
desperate prayers, I also delighted at the kicks of a 20 week old baby in my
belly. A boy, this time. Healthy and squirmy and due to arrive June
10.
This pregnancy has
been different. More cautious and
guarded. Less giddy and whirling. There were no creative Facebook announcements
or weekly Baby Center check-ins. But
there has been more prayer. And even, I
think, more joy. Not only because each
kick is sweeter and each passing week one more than we got to experience last time,
but because I’ve been invited to live in the mystery of this truth:
“The Lord gives, and
the Lord takes away; blessed be the name of the Lord.” Job 1:21
With the same
breath, Job says: He has given. He has taken away. Bless Him. How does Job do that? How am I supposed to do that? Supposed to cry over the loss of my daughter,
delight in the promise of my coming son and say, with the same breath, “Your holiness is independent of my
experience and your goodness is not tied to my circumstances. Glory be to You,
Lord.”
But it is
true. Whether I experience it as true or
not, God is good and perfect and worthy of my praise. And the mystery of this is one of the
captivating tensions of the faith. And
it reminds me that ultimately He, and He alone, satisfies me and gives my soul
rest. (Psalm 62:5)
Today we are talking about car seats and which one makes the
most sense to buy. And as we research
and shop, we hope quietly for a healthy baby boy to ride home in that car seat on June 10. But even more, we pray
for a heart of faith that can say sincerely: God, you give and you take away
and blessed be Your name.