Today a dearly loved young mother in Europe is having labor induced to deliver her beloved baby who died just two weeks before the due date. What unspeakable grief to bear all the pain to deliver a dead child. I can’t imagine such sorrow. What always sustained me through the trauma was the thought that I was “dying” in a sense to bring forth new life. That my pain was worth the joy of allowing someone else to come to birth. How awful to bear the pain without the hope of new life.
Yesterday morning I sat and prayed with a friend whose daughter had just miscarried the week before…for the fourth time. Yesterday afternoon I sat and prayed with another young mother of two who just lost a pregnancy the week before. During our Bible study this morning we prayed for a young mother at our chapel who has been experiencing some cramping about five months into her pregnancy. I am struck by the terrible number of miscarriages occurring in this generation. A generation ago they occurred on rare occasions, but today it seems like a miscarriage is almost as common…or even more common…than a full term baby delivered to new life. What in the world is happening? Is it in our diet? Too much stress in the lives of young women? What, what, what, Lord?
One thing that struck me from Alan and my reading through the Old Testament law just recently is that God promises to bless those who obey Him: “And he will love thee, and bless thee, and multiply thee: he will also bless the fruit of thy womb, and the fuit of thy land…” (Duet. 7:13). He also promises to chasten those who fail to uphold his commandments. I wonder if God is judging our country for national sins such as abortion. If so, I know that just as God’s blessing of rain falls on those who trust and those who do not, so God’s national judgments will affect both those who believe and those who do not.
But, here is what I’m starting to pray for all the dear young women I know who are striving to live godly lives and are faithfully attempting to live right. I am asking the Lord to bless them with fruitful wombs and help them to conceive and carry their children. I am asking God to “put a light in their camps” just as there was light in the camp of the Israelites during the time of the plagues in the land of Egypt. Miscarriage is a tremendous sorrow, and it is weighing down the hearts of many of our young women. Will you pray with me for our daughters and the young women in this generation that they will put their trust in the Lord and that He will provide for them and allow them the privilege of bearing and caring for children? So many people don’t even want “to be bothered.” May those who treasure the privilege be allowed the gift of new life!
In consolation, King David said of his baby that died, “But now he is dead, wherefore should I fast? can I bring him back again? I shall go to him, but he shall not return to me” (2Sam. 12:23). I take this to mean that David believed not only in life after death, but that both he and his infant son had inherited this eternal life. Miscarried children have never sinned, and God is not willing that any should perish. “Shall not the Judge of all the earth do right?” Although we may not see our miscarried children here on earth, I believe we will enjoy getting to know them in heaven. That brings hope to me and some sense of peace in pain.