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(((HUGS)))
No good words come to me, but hang in there. Have faith.
Staci
I am so sorry for your pain. Know that you carry Beth in your hearts and she is always with you. May you find peace.
He will. Hang on. I'm praying.
What yearning and heartache seeing others with their babies or even with child in utero can bring...
Not to mention the jealousy, frustration, longing, even a bit of joy for those parents,...and...mostly....pain over your own empty arms.
My heart weeps for you internally as well as externally...
There IS hope...in Him who cradles sweet Elizabeth.
Praying still...
Ok Kate - my heart goes out to you and your husband - I have been praying and will continue to pray for your peace and God's healing touch to your hearts.
Still no words, just silent prayers.
Oh Kate.....just here for you thinking about you and hugging you from afar.
That's a harsh blow to cope with just now, but He'll give you the strength you need, and He'll be with you through all the pain, every single dark and ugly moment, loving you and holding you, and all your family.
Ohhhhh, Kate. {Jesus, envelope this woman in your fold.}
I am here, still checking on you, still praying for you, still here for you, as much as a blogger friend can be. If there is anything I can do, let me know
He Will.
I have felt that wave of panic/anxiety that hollows you out when you're too close to someone else's joy in the midst of your own unbearable pain. My baby's heart stopped beating in the 10th week (though I had seen it at 6) and the first time at a ladies' fellowship after that, I got stuck at the wrong end of the table where all the nursing babies were. When the 4th one showed up and took her seat, I just felt all the breath leave me and I began praying about how to get out of there without any drama.
God asked me to just sit tight in the form of a friend -- ONE of a dozen women there -- who basically read my mind, jumped up from her seat in the smack middle of the table, and came to sit by my sorry self on an end.
I got through, and so will you. I'm so sorry for your loss.
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