I have some sad news today, but I find comfort in the knowledge and confidence that God is sovereign, and that our trials and tragedies are not pointless. He is in fact shaping our characters, pulling us closer to Himself, and equipping us to better empathize with each other in times of sorrow.
We had our first ultrasound today, and my mother and James were with me. We saw the baby, a roughly 10-week-old baby, but there was no heartbeat. The technician was silent. She returned with my doctor on the phone. We'll go in and see her tomorrow to figure out the near future. I'm just trying to absorb this news. I think of Watermark's song, Glory Baby, and I know that our baby is being held by God in Heaven, and that he or she will just have to know Heaven before we do.
Love to All,