Our THIRD Child

THIRD Child…what do you mean?

You walk in here and it can clearly be seen

You have one car-seat

And nothing in between…

This doesn’t make since but it is true nonetheless

Our second child is gone

Oh…how hard to confess…

How does this happen?

Please sir explain…

This explanation must start with a word

This explanation may sound absurd…

Our child, our baby

Described by one word sounds lazy

But I will do my best

To not sound crazy…

This word is known

This word has grown

This word makes us groan…

With sadness and fear

We tremble

When it is describing our baby

That was as big as a thimble…

This word is not long yet it cuts to the bone

This word can sometimes leave us feeling alone

This word can mean different things

But to a parent who has lost

It usually means pain…

I sometimes struggle to tell it

So please allow me to spell it

M-I-S-C-A-R-R-I-A-G-E

Miscarriage…What does that mean?

Miscarriage…how can that be seen?

Was our baby wrongfully taken?

Was our lives wrongfully shaken?

They say “it wasn’t meant to be”

They say “it wasn’t for us to see”

They say “it wasn’t a baby”

They say “it was simply a fetus…maybe”

This line of thinking does not fly

This line of thinking spits in the face of the One on high…

We look to Scripture and know

We look to Scripture to show…

The glorious plans of the Father

Who knitted our baby together…

In the womb of my wife…the mother…

So I say to them

Our second child was not a mistake

Our second child did not just escape

Our second child was called home

Our second child was never alone

You see

This is not our home

This is not the end

Some may argue that life ended that day for our child

But we argue that their life had just began…

My God…Our God

Was not surprised

My God…Our God was not distant

My God…Our God knew in an instant

That although we would mourn for this child

His plans were superior and His sovereignty not mild…

I realize that some may think us to be prideful

Some may say “those guys think they know it all”

This would be false

This would be your loss

We are not prideful

We are not supreme

We simply look to the One…the King

His ways not our ways

His thoughts not our thoughts

I don’t claim to understand

But I do embrace His plan

Would we have had a boy?

Would we have had a girl?

Would they have grown up to save the world?

These questions are natural but these questions conflict

Because these questions treat God like He is St. Nick…

Our God is not a genie

Our God is not Houdini

Our God put the stars in the sky

Our God made the mountains to reach high…

Our God is not in handcuffs

Simply waiting for a key

Our God is orchestrating

And we should take a knee…

He simply says and it is done

He simply says and He has won

So…are we angry are we sad

Yes… but we are fallen creatures with an amazing dad

There were tears and there was fear

But we held tight to the One who was near

Hurt is a reality and pain is a definite

But the love of the Father is nothing but a constant

He was there then and He is here now…

So people please hear me when I say

Our lives did not end on that day…

My wife is pregnant now

And we can only bow

As we prepare for the birth of our second, no our THIRD child