On Babies Lost

I woke up in the middle of the night a few nights ago crying over babies lost. As a mother who has had to say goodbye in the past to babies in my womb, as recently as this past April, my heart hurts over women who make a choice to abort, feeling like they are trapped and alone and hopeless.

One thing I wish I could tell every mother who has lost a child, by choice or not, is that I have hope and peace that passes understanding, but it is because I have Jesus. I know my God is good. He is wisdom and justice and love. He forgives the vilest of sinners, and He rejoices over His lost sheep returned. We experience the effects of sin in this world, and if we trust Him, He will walk with us through the valley of the shadow of death.

Because of Jesus, I know peace in the midst of pain and loss. Because I believe in the resurrection of the body and the life everlasting, I look forward with great, intense joy. My babies are dancing free with millions of others who are at peace with no suffering in heaven. They are loved by their Savior. I can’t wait to meet them someday. And I am beyond excited to see what kind of design God has in mind for their glorified bodies at the resurrection.