Grief is a tricky thing. It can manifest itself in so many ways. If I am to be completely honest dealing with the grief of a miscarriage lately has knocked me down pretty hard. Miscarriages are rarely spoken of. We seem to hide them. The day I found out I would lose the pregnancy I was overcome with terror at the fact that we had already shared what was supposed to be a happy event with so many people. How do I know share that grief with them? How do I face the questions when I have no answers? It was such an overwhelming thought for me.
As a society, we seem to believe that we have to hide the ugly parts of our lives. We have to cover it up and put on a face. For the past year, we have walked a very public journey filled with grief and disappointment. We have been open and honest about diagnoses and loss. We have shared our journey. It has been uncomfortable but the truth is that only in that sharing have we found support.
How many times have you heard something happened and asked “Why didn’t you call me? Why didn’t you tell me?” We don’t want to admit that we have a flaw, a weakness or a struggle.
Paul says in 2 Corinthians 12:9-10
If you are struggling reach out and tell someone. Share with others. Don’t let the fear of judgment make you hide. Fear is from the enemy and peace can be found in Jesus.
