First, I wanted to say that my dad is doing much better. After many trips to the ER and many specialists, prostate cancer was ruled out. He finally had surgery about a month ago and has recovered very well. Its been wonderful to see him back to health.
Adoption news is not as encouraging. The day before we were to meet with the social worker, I found out that I was pregnant. This was a complete surprise; however, after the initial shock, we of course were very excited. The pregnancy proved to be a difficult one and the threat of miscarriage was ever present. We made it to ten weeks or so and began to feel rather optimistic when an ultrasound last week revealed that our little one's heart had stopped.
In light of all this, our plans are on hold. Its been a difficult time for both of us. Yet, even so, we have Christ as our comforter.
Throned upon the awful tree,
Lamb of God, Your grief I see.
Darkness veils Your anguished face;
None its lines of woe can trace.
None can tell what pangs unknown
Hold You silent and alone.
Silent through those three dread hours,
Wrestling with the evil powers,
Left alone with human sin,
Gloom around You and within,
Till the appointed time is nigh,
Til the Lamb of God may die.
Hark, that cry that peals aloud
Upward through the whelming cloud!
You, the Father’s only Son,
You, His own anointed One,
You are asking “can it be”
“Why have You forsaken Me?”
Lord, should fear and anguish roll,
Darkly o’er my sinful soul,
You, who once were thus bereft
That Your own might ne’er be left,
Teach me by that bitter cry
In the gloom to know You nigh.
After what He suffered for us, how can we doubt His ability to comfort our grief and carry our sorrow?
