Rad’s business partner and family came for the weekend to visit on their drive back home to NY. It had been a year since we had all seen each other and we were SOOOO looking forward to catching up, watching the kids grow their friendships, and filling our hearts with great conversation. But less than 12 hours after they arrived, Nikki and I were on a plane to NY together because there was a high chance she was miscarrying. My plans were to just fly with her there (because she hates planes and really who wants to be alone for this horrible experience) and then let her mother in law love on her from then on. Once we got to the airport, it was clear I wasn’t going to leave her side.
I realized in that moment how rare it is to get the chance to walk with someone in their suffering. Nikki and I have a sweet bond and this experience knitted our friendship even more. Oh how I have been on the other side of this miscarriage thing and it is a dark lonely suffering. In Isaiah 43 it says, “I have summoned you by name; you are mine. When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze. For I am the Lord your God.”
This weekend was hard, and sad, and mournful at loosing such precious life, and comforting, and amazing, and so very sweet. To watch her friends come around her, feed her soul and belly so many times. To watch them love her well was both humbling and oh so rare. To see the heart of her mother in law and mother come around her was special. Her sweet husband made the crazy long drive back with their 4 kids and they are all under one roof again. More hard parts will come and sadness will wash over them. But we both know we have a God who loves us, and goes before us, and draws us closer to Him in these hard hard times.
I left this (Sunday) morning as the sun rose over the tarmac (wearing the same clothes I left in on Friday), and was overwhelmingly thankful to have been a tiny part of God’s story.