Prayer Request: Miscarriage

Two women received heartbreaking news today regarding the miscarriage of their unborn children.  Please keep them (and their husbands) in your prayers. 

Even though their beautiful children did not make it past the bonds of the womb, they made these women mothers.  Their tiny heartbeats - their tiny feet - their very souls manifested a significant and unalterable mark on the hearts of these women.  They are forever changed because once you become a mother, you remain a mother.  Once you open yourself up to accepting a life hand-crafted by the Father, you ever carry a piece of that life within yourself.

May these two mothers find comfort in the fact that their blessed little saints are now acting as their personal intercessors before the Throne of God.  May they enjoy the Beatific Vision from the lap of Our Lady, and may their parents feel the comforting embrace of Christ. 

Motherhood, as Dymphna put it, is forever.  Special thanks to her for sharing this artwork.

Special thanks, too, go out to a woman named Dominique.  She shared this reflection that I promptly fell in love with.

My Lord, the baby is dead!

Why, my Lord—dare I ask why? It will not hear the whisper of the wind or see the beauty of its parents’ face—it will not see the beauty of Your creation or the flame of a sunrise. Why, my Lord?

“Why, My child—do you ask ‘why’? Well, I will tell you why.

You see, the child lives. Instead of the wind he hears the sound of angels singing before My throne. Instead of the beauty that passes he sees everlasting Beauty—he sees My face. He was created and lived a short time so the image of his parents imprinted on his face may stand before Me as their personal intercessor. He knows secrets of heaven unknown to men on earth. He laughs with a special joy that only the innocent possess. My ways are not the ways of man. I create for My Kingdom and each creature fills a place in that Kingdom that could not be filled by another. He was created for My joy and his parents’ merits. He has never seen pain or sin. He has never felt hunger or pain. I breathed a soul into a seed, made it grow and called it forth.”

I am humbled before you, my Lord, for questioning Your wisdom, goodness, and love. I speak as a fool—forgive me. I acknowledge Your sovereign rights over life and death. I thank You for the life that began for so short a time to enjoy so long an Eternity. -- Mother Angelica