During this forced pause, wounds are being noticed. Without our usual distractions, pain is bubbling to the surface. With nowhere to run, we have to face our wounds. And, I believe God wants us to.
I believe God wants to reveal our deep-seated, internal wounds so He can heal us. He is beckoning us to go on a journey with Him, a journey of healing, one we can no longer avoid.
I am on a journey. Prompted by unexpected emotion, I have been thinking about time lately… how time and space do not confine God like they confine us. Here on earth, there are limits on what can be – on who and what fits into our sequential timeline, into periods and generations, based on time’s limitations.
Yet, in heaven, time does not control anything. God controls everything. All we have lost… the saints we have lost, continue living on, regardless of their duration or particular years on earth. Everything is as He created it, destined it, to be.
Deep within, I have felt a bubbling lately – a sense of maternal clinginess, even anger and loss… deep loss, deeper than the situation at hand. I feel a righteous anger, swelling up within me, to pray and to fight for children whose health has been messed with. I feel deep compassion for parents, who struggle, seeking wisdom and praying continually for answers. The intensity of this feeling is something I cannot shake. I sense God prompting me to pray and to intercede for others; yet, I sense He is also pointing to a deep wound within me.
The other day, experiencing such deep emotion, I asked God to show me what wound I conceal. He did. It is a very deep wound I conceal, and keep close to my heart, going back to Fall of 2011. The Lord showed me that, deep below the surface, I grieve a baby who would have just turned eight.
When this loss happened, I didn’t know how to grieve. I denied it was happening. I was desperately doing all I could think of to save this pregnancy, to fight for our child, after receiving a bad report: I called on every doctor who might help, every prayer warrior or evangelist who would pray, sought alternate opinions, took medication, did the tests, mustered every ounce of faith I could, asked others to intercede… I gave it all.
I remember seeing concern in others’ eyes. They wondered if I was okay. They wondered if I was grasping the finality of the situation… Perhaps I wasn’t; or, perhaps I was desperate. I kept fighting. I did every possible thing I could until all weapons failed, and… we just lost. When it was unmistakably over, I remember my mom saying, “Sarah, you don’t have a decision to make here. God has removed it from you. Rest in Him.”
During this time of personal mourning, other joyous family events were taking place. I did not want to upstage joy with grief. I wanted to support and celebrate our family. I was also learning that it is difficult for friends, family members, even the mom herself, to know how to respond to this loss… No one knows what to say. So, I tried to conceal the pain… Yet, I thank the Lord for the support of my mom, the love of my husband, and the laughter, brought on by our hilarious, little boy.
Time began to move. I sought medical and spiritual answers to understand why this had happened. I felt I had failed. I wanted to know why we had lost. We were not getting practical answers. But, more than this, I wanted spiritual answers: How could this happen? How did we lose? We were in faith. How could the enemy win? I remember sitting with a pastor friend of mine. He said to me, “God always wins.” He explained that, what the Lord created and intended, He is accomplishing in heaven, where sin does not taint or destruct.
Soon, grief gave way to a holy desperation within me. I knew the Holy Spirit was yet birthing something in me… continued vision for our family. He was showing me the puzzle was not yet complete. I needed to fight again! I needed to fight with the weapon of courage to put our hearts out there again. Though frightened beyond belief, the Lord poured out His grace, wisdom from our doctor, and holy desperation to move forward.
In February of 2012, we were flooded by God’s goodness. We conceived who would become my best, little, girl friend – our sweet, precious, rainbow baby, Madison Laine. God knew I needed her – exactly her. Our loving doctor was so giving of ultrasounds and opportunities to hear her heartbeat over and over, to give us peace and joy. And, on November 6th, 2012, during the presidential elections, that joy was fulfilled with the birth of our precious Madison Laine.
The love we have for our children is, again, best described as desperate. I have hugged and protected Maddie and Zane, also a miracle baby (!), desperately, beyond grateful for the two treasures God has used to build out a truly fulfilling, meaningful life for us. Understanding the earth’s confinement of time – that I could not have her preciousness and the baby who was lost – I have always felt a sense of deep gratitude for God’s infinite wisdom that He gave me her… our sweet, darling Madison Laine.
We have had a number of rough years along the way since; and, I have always said to God, “Oh, how you knew I needed the light and the joy, the kindness and the compassion, of this girl to get me through this!” And, I just so enjoy these two characters, called Zane and Maddie. (Thank you, Lord!)
It’s when we speak of heaven, at church, that I feel my wound being exposed. In these moments, I allow myself to get distracted to ignore the pain. Yet, in this time-out of life, more than eight years later, I know God is bringing me face-to-face with my wound. In this sensitive and vulnerable place, He is teaching me that He is there. He tends to it, He corrects it, He wins.
God is showing me that two, deeply complex emotions, two deeply complex situations, can happen simultaneously – one blessing on earth and another in heaven. It’s what my friend and pastor, Wes, calls “the tension.” Time does not confine heaven as it confines us.
In this time, as God gives me a deeper glimpse into my heart, where the wound resides, He reminds me it is okay. It is okay to open my heart to Him and to ask a few questions. After all, He seeks truth, desires to give us revelation and to impart healing.
In these times where the sacred things are being exposed, where the Lord is shaking the earth… the Lord wants us to seek Him. He wants to be found by us. He wants you to open your heart. Give yourself permission to seek Him in the deepest places.
Today, I ask, Lord, who is this baby? Will she look like my children? Was it a girl? Is she a girl? Is there a way to know? What was her name? What is her name? Perhaps I won’t know any of these answers here on earth; but, by going to the Lord, I can receive comfort, deep within, through the power and presence of the Holy Spirit, who brings healing about in our hearts and souls. And, deep in my heart, I know I have treasure waiting for me in heaven, that nothing can corrode, nor anyone steal.
I encourage you to be brave with your heart, with your hurt… with your pain and your wounds, especially at this time. I know it hurts… I cannot imagine the wounds you have. Maybe your rainbow has yet to come. But, God knows. He sees your heart. He sees the wound.
You are precious to God. The Bible says He even bottles your tears. That is how precious your heart is to Him. “You keep track of all my sorrows. You have collected all my tears in your bottle. You have recorded each one in your book… God is on my side” (Psalm 56:8-9).
If you have experienced loss, I encourage you to seek healing. And, you are not alone. Reach out to our team of pastors. They… we… want to pray with you: Prayer@GraceSTL.org.