Deep Sadness. Deeper Pride.

“The Lord has given. And the Lord has taken. Blessed be the name of the Lord.”

I knew when I heard Annie’s tearful hello that the news would be hard. She had just come from her appointment, where her doctor was unable to detect a heartbeat for the child she still carries. She had been so hopeful after the miscarriage earlier this year. Things were progressing so differently, so much better. She really had been radiant.

And then, out of the blue, this crushing blow.

Our hearts are utterly broken.  And though I’ve never felt so helpless as a father, I’ve also never been more proud of this young lady who told me through her tears, “I know God’s purposes are good, even when we cannot see it.” I am in awe of her faith, her depth. Even now, she finds it in her to rejoice for this child whose spirit has returned to God who gave it, even while this body is still in her womb.

She’s so amazing.

And she inspires me to say with Job, “Though He slay me, yet will I serve Him.”

Come, ye disconsolate, where’er ye languish,
Come to the mercy seat, fervently kneel.
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish;
Earth has no sorrow that heav’n cannot heal.

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Whate’er My God Ordains Is Right (Arranged and Performed by Brandon Fox)

Whate’er my God ordains is right:
His holy will abideth;
I will be still whate’er He doth;
And follow where He guideth;
He is my God; though dark my road,
He holds me that I shall not fall:
Wherefore to Him I leave it all.

Whate’er my God ordains is right:
He never will deceive me;
He leads me by the proper path:
I know He will not leave me.
I take, content, what He hath sent;
His hand can turn my griefs away,
And patiently I wait His day.

Whate’er my God ordains is right:
His loving thought attends me;
No poison can be in the cup
That my Physician sends me.
My God is true; each morn anew
I’ll trust His grace unending,
My life to Him commending.

Whate’er my God ordains is right:
He is my Friend and Father;
He suffers naught to do me harm,
Though many storms may gather,
Now I may know both joy and woe,
Some day I shall see clearly
That He hath loved me dearly.

Whate’er my God ordains is right:
Though now this cup, in drinking,
May bitter seem to my faint heart,
I take it, all unshrinking.
My God is true; each morn anew
Sweet comfort yet shall fill my heart,
And pain and sorrow shall depart.

Whate’er my God ordains is right:
Here shall my stand be taken;
Though sorrow, need, or death be mine,
Yet I am not forsaken.
My Father’s care is round me there;
He holds me that I shall not fall:
And so to Him I leave it all.

gkr1996 posted at 2015-7-7 Category: Personal