We drove down Santa Monica Blvd. We passed that crosswalk where I wept, sobbed, mourned that devastating first prenatal appointment/sonogram.
I pointed it out to Clay. And he said, “Yeah, but this is also the street we drove down to deliver Noelle.”
Ever the optimist.
I love him for that.
It’s true. The very same street that holds the memories of heartbreaking loss holds the memories of heartwarming gain—the life of our sweet Noelle girl.
What a redemption story. What a redemption blessing. What a beautiful symbolism of the story of redemption that is our journey through miscarriage and to the incredible, overwhelmingly wonderful, God-given gift of our daughter, our rainbow baby, our little Christmas miracle.
There is beauty still rising from those ashes.
There are flickers of hope still peeking in from unexpected cracks.
There are little threads of redemption still being woven into the fabric of our family.
Where has God turned your heartbreak into blessing?
What places are hard for you to remember? Can you see how God has shined a redeeming light into the devastating darkness?⠀⠀
I pray so.⠀⠀
At the very least I pray you find it and see it in the Redemption Story God is telling.
As Sally Lloyd Jones so beautifully put it in the Jesus Storybook Bible,
“And the King says, ‘Look! God and his children are together again. No more running away. Or hiding. No more crying or being lonely or afraid. No more being sick or dying. Because all those things are gone. Yes, they’re gone forever. Everything sad has come untrue. And see – I have wiped away every tear from every eye!’”
He’s making everything sad come untrue.
In time we will see it.
In Heaven we will live it—the happy ending to end all happy endings.
