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The Thing With Feathers: Hope on this Good Friday

This has been a rough week. Not for me, exactly, but for two of my friends (one whom I’ve grown close to after she married one of my husband’s best friends and one whom I’ve gotten to know through Sisters ‘N Cloth and Twitter.) It’s heartbreaking to read their stories, both so very different and yet so similar. Both experiencing, in one form or another, a feeling I’m all too familiar with.

Heartache. Loss. The grieving of a dream. And both of them wanting the same thing: children. Both of them hoping against hope.

Emily Dickinson described hope in this way:

Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm.

Sometimes the hope that keeps us bouyed so often in the gales gets crushed by a word, a phrase, a well-meaning remark. Sometimes it’s in the never-ending hoping against hope that we find our strength…or our weakness.

Sometimes the dark hours of Good Friday mask our hearts, and we find ourselves in the grave of despair, unable to see that though the sorrow may last for the night, His joy comes in the morning.

And isn’t that the beauty of it all? That sorrow and joy must dance this beautiful, tragic piece in our lives for the true glory of God to be seen more clearly. That we, when our lives become ugly and against all odds we find peace, we find true hope.

Storms come, they bash our hope, and we make the decision to stand anyway. We bend, yes. We come back altered and sometimes shaken. But altered for the better. Changed to look more like Christ.

Sunday comes, the soldiers shake in fear, and the angels cry out that He is alive…in us!

I’m not going to lie. These times of victory? They can be very short-lived. They can end up as vague memories, not remarkable turning points in our lives. Sometimes they look ugly from our view, a time that we would rather forget instead of commemorate. But. What they do in our lives, how they shape us, can never be forgotten. The difference in us, in our perceptions of this world are so sharp that they cannot be denied.

And hope? Hope grows its wings once more, flying stronger into the wind whether we acknowledge it or not.

This Easter, let’s decide to remember. To hope. Because the grave, the despair? It isn’t the end.

I highly encourage you to read this post from lesson: learned. Such a powerful statement of hope during a week that begs us to remember death as well as the Resurrection.

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Remembering Our Babies: I Will Carry You (Audrey’s Song)

This post is part of our week-long observance of Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Day (October 15th). We hope you’ll also read Melissa’s story and Jeniffer’s story (coming this Friday) as well as feel free to link up your own story here and enter our giveaway here! You don’t have to remember alone…
 

After my first miscarriage, I was frantic to find any story that even remotely sounded similar to mine. I wanted validation, answers…I wanted to know that it was okay and that there was still hope.

I stumbled across Angie’s story that summer, and I read Audrey’s entire story in one sitting, finally finishing around 1 AM. For those of you who aren’t familiar with it, it’s worth buying a box of tissues and reading. The short version is here, and you can buy Angie’s book I Will Carry You here. (The blog version is the one I read…so, so good…) From her words, I was able to find not only validation but also hope, peace, and trust.

Melissa also read Angie’s story (and she may have been the one to introduce me to her…), and we often talked about this or that she said. I had my second miscarriage that September, and something in me snapped. I was angry, hurt, confused, and bitter. It took several months before I was willing to trust God even a little much less praise Him.

Then, for Christmas, David and Melissa gave me 2 CDs: iWorship Experience and Selah’s You Deliver Me. Both opened my heart back to God as I listened to them on the way to and from school each day, but one song on You Deliver Me always brought tears to my eyes. Audrey’s Song.

“I’ve shown her photographs of time beginning…walked her through the parted seas…angel lullabies….no more teary eyes…who could love her like this?”

This video is the one Angie made, filled with pictures of their family both months before and for the brief time that Audrey was alive.

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“But now he has died; why should I fast? Can I bring him back again? I will go to him, but he will not return to me.”2 Samuel 12:23

“But we do not want you to be uninformed, brethren, about those who are asleep, so that you will not grieve as do the rest who have no hope.” 1 Thessalonians 4:13

“Now may the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that you will abound in hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.” Romans 15:13

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