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TITLE: Tears, Blood and the Father's Plan? | Previous Challenge Entry
By Taryn Deets
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Having driven almost 3,000 miles in the past week, our three young children in the backseat, we had just arrived in Virginia. Five days on the road on route to our next station, where we would live for a year before moving to Africa on assignment for the U.S. Marine Corps. We would be in that hotel for the next several days while we searched for a home to rent.
The pain started late that evening, and now the bleeding, the fear rising. It is six months too early for these pains, and I know: our baby is gone.
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She heard the drip, drip, drip as the water splashed onto the floor, the bleating of the lamb, the lowing of the cows nearby, so near. She had ridden many miles, was sore from her journey and the donkey munched uninterestedly beside her. She felt the pains and the fear, coming faster and faster. A bright star shone into the opening of the cave, and she thought she could hear singing in the distance, but then another pain and the sounds faded and were no more.
Where was Joseph? She waited as the pain grew, and she shivered. Her pains became more than she felt she could bear. But finally he arrived with the town’s midwife, and her fear began to subside even as the pain grew, and in the fullness of time her baby was born.
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As I struggle with the loss of my baby, friends try to comfort but can’t. Even words from His Word they don’t really help, not now when the pain is so raw. Yet God knows; He knows this pain I feel and He lets me grieve and this is how I heal. Because He lets me cry, I cry; my tears falling yet not one of them falls to the ground unknown to Him.
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They had come to her, that starry night over three centuries ago, to see the Babe and they had worshipped Him. They loved Him and she pondered, pondered. The old prophet, Simeon, he had told her, that a sword would pierce her own soul and she wondered, wondered. She knew who He was, this son of hers, but she didn’t understand the Father’s plan, as she saw her son, those nails through His hands, His feet. And as they pierced His side, she felt the blade cut her heart. She saw His life blood dripping from that sword and she wept.
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Tears drawn from two mothers’ pain, each at the loss of her child, yet for both there is gain: to know the Father and to bring Him glory. Now, today, the scripture does comfort me. And Mary? Perhaps, like me, she was confused as she pondered the Father’s plan but found comfort in His Words, the words she remembered only after His resurrection.
Though centuries apart, what gives me solace is her loss; because her loss was for my everlasting gain. And the lesson I have learned from my pain, our pain? Like her I may not understand the Father’s plan and all that it will mean for the future, but I am learning to say, “I am the Lord’s servant…May it be to me as you have said.” (Luke 1:38 NIV)
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