I lost a pregnancy once. I was due on my son’s second birthday but I miscarried at the end of the first trimester. The birth of my first child had been a triumph to me. I just wasn’t expecting this. It was a very lonely, confusing day.
The people who loved me didn’t understand that this was a hard day for me. They said they couldn’t leave work. They said this type of thing happens all the time and was no big deal. They said I was so attached to my first child that my body rejected the second. One friend said, “Wow, I wonder why this would happen to you. It’s not like you ever murdered anyone.” I began to think my sadness and disappointment was wrong because I was looking to others for help and compassion and found none.
After that first day a few came to embrace me. Their tenderness showed me how I might do the same for others some day. Sometimes it is difficult to be as compassionate as others need me to be—or even as I desire to be. During my walks I have felt great empathy and gentleness from my Lord. He is the source. I need search no longer. I bring my brokenness to God. He provides His loving kindness, His loving embrace, His loving people. And He heals me. I pray that I may also bring His compassion to others.
Meeting God at the Park 