Fearfully & Wonderfully Made

A dear soul shared this with me. Her beautiful, healing and poignant words have pierced my soul. Thank you ever so much, sister in Christ...

Fearfully and wonderfully made

You were fearfully and wonderfully

made

Tiny form never gracing this earth

My broken womb never giving you birth

You were fearfully and wonderfully

made.

I will always wonder how you were knit together—

boy or girl?

I will always wonder if blonde and blue—

or black way curl?

Though I never heard your heart beat

and though your life began incomplete

You were fearfully and wonderfully

made.

God is Sovereign and Good.

Even though I may not, He understood

That time and place would not be yours

And you would only see heaven’s door

You were fearfully and wonderfully

made.

We loved the thought of you

while you were in my womb

I am sorry, little one, that my womb became your tomb.

You were fearfully and wonderfully

made.

May you rest in perfect peace.

May you enjoy from this world, release

and may you recognize those who gave you life

Someday in Paradise

for you were fearfully and wonderfully

made.

CJZ8-98

May your baby's memory be eternal.Love, Cindy Zimmerman

Blessed are they...

The past months have been long and slow while dream filled plans are laid out. So much of our conversations are monopolized with friends and family as we prepared for baby #5...

Without warning I awoke one morning and all was about to change, darkened by an indescribable inner-silence of pain. Tuesday September 1, the sad-reality hit that I was miscarrying our baby. The next day, we had a sonogram affirming what we had already feared. Salt was rubbed into an old wound, taking me back to our first miscarriage 6 years ago.

This time was to be different...we "planned" this baby. Please do not misunderstand me, we received news of our previous births with great happiness-- just this time, ALL of us were included. The children's anticipated preparations, along with our own, made this pregnancy all the more, well, meaningful. Before, they were too small to ever realize that life grew tender and small in a mother's womb...to truly understand that Life was a gift from God.

"Blessed are they who mourn, for they shall be comforted"

With undefined grief we mourned while comfort like a welcoming warm shower poured in flooding us with His love. We knew this to be a blessing... humbly allowing others to nurse, cook, clean, watch children, sit and cry and laugh with, we were yielding to God's goodness, He who is the Comforter of our souls.

Time seems to have slowed down as this life swirls by, picking me up in a comforting embrace. Many weeks later, the sting from the loss of our baby slowly heals. In grief, one becomes keenly aware of their own weaknesses (thankfully) and strengths (Lord have mercy) recognizing that all Good and Perfect things come from Jesus Christ.

At least for a time, please understand my decision for a sabbatical from my blog. As I stated in the beginning, this was a meek attempt to place all things in God's hands, to seek what is needful while trusting, while allowing others to enter into my life...to place "everything down the chute"

Everyday I am thankful to God for all of you! If it weren't for the blogging world, I would not have been blessed by your faithful sisterhood. I have grown to truly love you all so much.

"I am filled with comfort; with all our tribulation and in spite of it, I am filled with comfort, I am overflowing with joy." 2 Corinthians 7:4