I love being a wife, I genuinely do. And I love my husband. But sometimes I forget that he’s human and needs me to purposefully (and willingly) find ways to encourage him. Here are six ways we can encourage our mates; I promise, the rewards far out weigh the effort! Here’s to delight-filled marriages and encouraged spouses!
It’s been two years and five months since Dalton and I walked down the candle and petal lined aisle as husband and wife. Two plus years of loving, growing, learning, and enjoying the marriage covenant we made with each other and God.
After so many days we’ve seen how true Ecclesiastes 4:12 is, ” … if one prevail against him, two shall withstand him; and a threefold cord is not quickly broken.”
Summer is here; you can tell by the beautiful, thick, green trees, colorful wildflowers and warm, Missouri heat filling the land. And this summer F. Scott Fitzgerald’s words have never been so true.
This will be our last summer just Dalton and I. Next May we hope to have a lovely five month-old Duncan cooing and crying and in need of attention and diaper changes.
You’re never really prepared for your pregnancy to end in miscarriage.
But that’s just what’s happened to our little baby. I haven’t really known how to share this with the my friends and readers (who are like family). As a blogger, I like to wrap my writings similar to Christmas presents: darling presentation full of glittery, exciting beauty.
But this is the furthest thing from exciting.
We went in for our 8 week ultrasound; the midwife and I chatted about her flower garden and about blogs and writing as she jellied up my stomach and began probing around with her expert hand. Almost immediately she saw that things were missing and not growing properly.
Folks, this is the hard stuff.
It’s been several days since we heard this news and adjusting to not expecting our baby this year is hard. It’s really, really, really hard.
But you know what?
God is so very, very good.
It’s been a hard week but God is the same God Who created Baby and then took him home. Jesus is the same Intercessor Who understands my numb experience like no one else. My Abba Daddy knows what it is like to lose someone precious to you. He’s carrying me like a mother lamb — even though, technically, I’m not caring for a young one any more.
I believe that God is great. And in the midst of this sadness and loss He is still great. He still knits people together and He still welcomes little one’s who never met their parents into his arms and kingdom.
I believe God is good so I believe, amidst all my sadness, doubts, fear and sorrow that this miscarriage is good. It is good because God promises all things to work together for our good for those who love Him and are called according to His purpose.
Here are some good things God has already wrought from our loss:
The first face our baby saw was the Lord’s.
Increased understanding and relationship between Dalton and I
An overwhelming amount of prayer and support from friends and family
Friends who have miscarried are seeing the Lord work through their loss
Our compassion and understanding for women with loss is growing
My understanding of what good sympathy is and isn’t is changing
We now know that we can indeed get pregnant
My appreciation for Dalton is growing and growing (because he’s simply the best and the loss of his first child is proving that — he is honestly the strongest, best man and he gets more gem like every day. How blessed am I?)
Our baby is with the Lord — that means he or she is walking, talking and rejoicing in the presence of the best One Who ever lived. He or she is already far more sanctified, glorified, and purified than Dalton and I. He or she is already conversing with people like Moses, John the Baptist, and Corrie ten Boom. He’s singing with angels. He’s enjoying everlasting life and praising God for His great goodness.
We haven’t lost anything — we just have to wait longer to meet him.
Don’t think I’m not hurting. It’s just that I’m called to rejoice in all things — even in the midst of intense grief — and I guess this is what it looks like.
Thank you to all the people who loved our baby with us. Carrying Ollie for 7 weeks (short for Oliver or Olivia) was one of the greatest privileges I have known. I’m glad God let the last week be filled with joy and maternity shopping and hope instead of the fear I had been experiencing. I’m glad for the people who are loving us and blessing us through the aftermath.
I’m sad. But I’m also glad because God is good and He has given us good things … even in our loss. It took me a while to feel at peace with sharing this intimate part of us — but I’ve had a quiet day full of tears and rest and simple, household chores and God has sent a tremendous freedom in sharing what is hurting most.
For others who are needing healing read my friend Angel’s words. They’re just right for someone needing to heal in the loss and gain life’s sufferings bring.
But the God of all grace, who hath called us to eternal glory by Christ Jesus, after that ye have suffered a while, make you perfect, stablish, strengthen, settle you. To Him be glory and dominion for ever and ever. Amen.” 1 Peter 5:10,11
Love, blessings, and coffee,
Hello, sweet people! It’s Monday, the perfect day to gather inspiration and choose to live your life to the fullest. Today, I’m sharing my top five posts on marriage as well as some of my favorite marriage pieces written by other fine bloggers.
First, here are my top five posts on marriage. What I love most about you readers is that you have made this blog a community of grace and love. I’ve written about the many joys, challenges and learnings my darling marriage has brought me and you’ve been there cheering me on and hearing my heart so graciously. You all are awesome!
Without fail, here are four of my favorite posts by other writers. I often return to these articles because they’re a wonderful collection of truth, simply put. And I like simple. 🙂
Who are your favorite marriage bloggers? Share the link in a comment below — I’d love to check them out!
Here’s to your Monday — may it be purposeful, delightful and full of a thankful heart.
Love, blessings and coffee,