Of trust and faith

I recently had a miscarriage. It was my first pregnancy. It was my first miracle. It was my first heartbreaking experience yet, as a woman and a mother.

As a woman, I was able to feel even for just a short period of time how fragile life is. I was able to realize how important life is. I was able to know how significant my role is.

As a mother, I was able to feel even for just a short span of time the gift of life. I was able to realize how important that miracle of life was. I was able to know how significant life was.

The experience… the loss… the pain… did not shake my faith a bit. And I was more amazed how strong it made me. I was astounded how tough it made me. I was surprised how firm it made me.

God has reason. God has other plans. God knows what is good to me. I cannot be angry. I cannot be mad. I cannot be hurt. I trust... I believe... I have faith... for God is good.