A Mother's Tears

Last year, on Mother’s Day I was pregnant with our fifth child. He went to heaven when I was in my 17th week. I was alone in a foreign land with just my husband as we caught this precious child and held him in our arms. He was beautiful, perfectly formed, but lifeless. I lost too much blood and had to go to the hospital. If anyone has ever been to a third-world hospital they will understand the anguish I felt in the filthy environment. We buried our darling little son on the piece of land that we were to buy the following day. On the morrow, we were informed that the owner had changed his mind and had decided not to sell the land to us. Two dreams were shattered in less than 24 hours.

My story is not unique. So many mothers have lost their little loved ones. I am comforted with the thought that He has my tears collected in a bottle. Not one has fallen unnoticed. I am comforted to know that pain is short, but joy is eternal. I am comforted that one day I will be with the dear children of mine that are now part of that great cloud of witnesses cheering me on. I am comforted because I believe that this life is just a vapor, and there is so much more that lies ahead. I am comforted that I have a beautiful family around me this Mother’s Day who love me. (Heb. 11,12)