In Unspeakable Loss, This Mom Learned to Trust God

Four months after Sophie had passed away was the turn of a new year and the hope that this would be the year that would bring more joy than pain. My word for the year: Joy.

Two months into the new year, just six months after welcoming Sophie into the world and saying goodbye, we were pregnant again. I was hopeful, and yet fear gripped my heart more easily this time.

I knew now that tragedy befalls us all, often unexpectedly, and I no longer was naive to think it only happened to others. I understood tragedy could happen at any time and at any place. And though I recognized that God was in control, His sovereignty left me feeling less, not more, secure. I feared what tragedy He would ask us to endure next.

I wrestled with trusting God with the future of this baby as we waited the week we would be able to find out if this child carried the same condition as Sophie. The mere thought of walking through carrying another child who would not live induced near panic.

“I cannot walk through this again, God; do not make me do this again,” I would often say with both a demanding and pleading spirit.

Doctors, nurses, friends would try to calm the fears with comments like, “We’ve never seen it happen twice” or “There’s no reason to think it would happen again” or “I’m sure everything will be fine.” I wanted to hold onto their words with hope. Yet I realized in the recesses of my heart that no one had the ability to make those kinds of guarantees.

A month before we would be able to find out whether this child was sick or healthy, the fear of walking through another loss overwhelmed me. But I stumbled across a small paragraph from a man named David Guthrie, who had lost two children, in a devotional I was reading. And his words struck me to the core:

“‘I spent my life waiting for the other shoe to drop. The shoe has dropped. I had thought I was invulnerable. Now I know better. I thought, Our child has died. How much worse can it get? There’s less to fear. God will be enough for us. Now we say it out of experience.'”

Guthrie was speaking right to my heart in those moments. I was living in fear of the next shoe dropping. Ever since Sophie passed away my fear had been: “Lord, who will You take next? What’s the next thing to drop in my life?” I didn’t have that same confidence that Guthrie spoke of. My view of God had been both rooted deeper and shaken. I wanted things to go my way this time—or at least my idea of what would be fair and right and good.

My mind was fixated on fears of the future instead of living in the reality that His grace would be sufficient for me in whatever He asked me to walk through now, not later. I often forgot how God was enough for us as we walked through the life and death of our daughter, Sophie. Yet underneath all of my fears, I was mostly confident that He would be enough for us in whatever He asked us to walk through next. I just didn’t want there to be another “next” hard thing. Would I trust Him for today and not what I feared tomorrow would bring? {eoa}