A Child is Born {Just Write}

Today my heart is heavy and aches. 

It aches for a friend, for all my sisters in grief.
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Know this truth sisters, despite what the world tells you. Despite it not being “right” to discuss it, or “too soon” to tell, YOU are a mother. YOUR child matters. If I do nothing else for the rest of my life it will be to stand on a mountain and shout out their names.
They are still your child, my child His child. They are loved by you, by me, by Him. 
We may all sit in this uncomfortable skin of not having born our children into our arms but know that you have born them into His arms and he will hold them in His love until you can be with them.
I imagine a softly lit nursery, warm and inviting. Filled with the grandmas who didn’t get to rock their grand babies on earth. Holding those babies, loving on them, caring for them. Getting a chance to be the great grandma they missed out being on Earth. My baby, your baby being loved and doted on in only a way that a grandma can.
My heart aches, for the babyless mothers for the world doesn’t see the pain and the scars that we carry with us. They tell us to get over it and move on, or worse, it was meant to be, that we are lucky it happened this way. 
There is no luck in loosing a child. No matter how “early” or late.
Your child was born, into His arms and not yours and nothing can make that pain go away. Words do not heal the broken heart of a babyless mother, they are only there to soak up the tears as she picks up the pieces of her heart and tries to mend it back together again. 


*Friends I am sorry for the annoying "jump" and partial feed. I am dealing with someone stealing all the content of my feed so to I have to do this temporarily while I try to get a person of il-repute in Thailand to stop stealing my stuff.