Many women are headed into Christmas with deep sorrow in their hearts. Some of us have arms that remain empty and others have arms less full than expected. I should be 8 months pregnant but the reality is, I just lost our second unborn child this year less than 2 months ago. I have a dear friend who was expecting a Christmas baby, but will not be meeting that sweet little, until heaven.
As choirs sing “Joy to the world!” our worlds sometimes feel crushed. But the reality is, our weariness has been interrupted by a thrill of hope–a reason for rejoicing.
Hope Between the Lines
This holiday season could very well be my most present yet. In this season of waiting, longing and mourning, my eyes are wide open. As they scan rooms and social media feeds, I’m faced with the many painful reminders of the loss of my two babies….
My fourth love (after God, my husband and my dog), is writing about deep theological truths. But with the holidays approaching, I wanted to keep it light so that I can spend more time healing from my recent miscarriages, enjoying my friends and family, and savoring the season.
So, what’s more fun than talking about our favorite things?! Okay…lots of things are more fun… Oh well, for those who are interested, here are 10 of my favorite things right now. (Aside from coffee which is always my favorite thing.)
Okay, so I realize this isn’t really a “thing”, but I make the rules so there.
For those who don’t know, Poshmark is an app used to sell the clothes you no longer wear which, in turn, allows you to use the funds you’ve made to buy from other “closets.” It’s seriously awesome. If…
Not many women feel led to share the details of their miscarriages. But as I look back on these last few months, I can’t help but share when I see all that God has done. My desire is that it would shine a light on God’s goodness in our suffering and the reality of miscarriage. I also pray that God would use my words to equip women to help their friends and family who may experience pregnancy loss.
I’ll never forget all the emotions I felt that morning. I had already taken a test on Mother’s Day and saw a faint line but wrote it off as defective. But here I stood, 5 days late holding another pregnancy test. I set it down and declared not to look at it until the full 2 minutes had passed.
I paced in the living room as I waited. Would I be excited…
As the fog of grief slowly begins to lift after the loss of our unborn child, I’ve finally had a chance to think through the thoughts that have circulated in my mind for months. The more clearly I see, the more urgency I feel for women to truly understand what happens in the throes of miscarriage.
Prior to experiencing this loss, I had believed many lies regarding it. And as I speak with women around me I see evidence that I’m not the only one.
With 1 in 4 pregnancies ending in miscarriage, it’s imperative that Christian women become educated regarding this heartbreaking topic.
Women need to be equipped to help those suffering miscarriage. Sooner or later, there will be a woman in your life affected by the death of their baby in the womb, and as the Body of Christ, we must know how to bear their burden with them.
It seems feminism is the new religion of America. Many young Christian women can be found saying, “I love feminism!”
I have to wonder though, does feminism love them back?
Modern day feminism is no longer just about gaining women’s rights. Today’s feminist can be seen applauding other women who kill their baby within the womb and circumventing God’s plan for marriage and sex.
The many voices of feminism scream, “Equality!”…unless you believe differently than them. Sure, they encourage you to follow your dreams…unless you aspire to be a stay at home wife or mom. Then you’re just a “waste of potential.” They yell, “Women’s rights!”…unless, of course, you’re a baby girl in the womb.
Feminism claims to love and support women, but when you dig a bit deeper, you find that to be far from the truth.
Feminism Lies to Women
Recently, with my friend’s wedding on the way, I traveled store to store…
“My testimony is boring. I was saved really young.”
“I don’t have a very exciting testimony. I wasn’t a drug addict or anything.”
I’ve heard statements like these, often. Christians who were graciously placed in a home with godly parents who raised them in God’s Word, typically feel as if their salvation story holds little weight. They aren’t sure their testimony should even be spoken when placed next to a dramatic story of how God turned someone else’s life around. At times, they may long to trade in their story for a more exciting one.
Truthfully, theirs may lack drama, but it is a beautiful display of so many other things.
The Weight of a Dramatic Testimony
I truly love sharing the story of how God saved me. I was fully engrossed in sin, but he snatched me out of my pit and put a song of praise in my mouth. (Psalm 40:2-3). He has…
And let us consider how to stir up one another to love and good works, not neglecting to meet together, as is the habit of some, but encouraging one another, and all the more as you see the Day drawing near. (Hebrews 10:24-25 ESV)
I’ve been thinking a lot about these verses. We often use them as a conviction card, throwing it in the face of Christians who refuse to go to church. And while this certainly applies to them, we forget it’s application to our own hearts.
A Christian can, indeed, attend church while simultaneously disobeying this command. We may meet together on Sunday, and then ignore virtually everyone while remaining in our own little bubble for the rest of the week. In fact, many people do this.
I recently wrote about how comparison kills friendships within the Church. But what about when our hearts envy those outside of the Body? Should we handle it the same way? Is it okay to envy nonbelievers?
Both psalmists, Asaph and David, walked through some of the feelings we may have when we’re tempted to envy those who don’t serve Christ. And boy did they leave behind some major wisdom in their words for us to apply to our hearts today.
Always at Ease
Asaph starts us off with words that pull on my heart strings.
For I was envious of the arrogant when I saw the prosperity of the wicked. For they have no pangs until death; their bodies are fat and sleek. They are not in trouble as others are; they are not stricken like the rest of mankind. (Psalm 73:3-5 ESV)