Before I begin this lengthy discourse, I must clarify the perspective from which I write. Many of you know me as Pastor Justin, but I am not writing from that perspective. Yes, I have the amazing privilege to serve Jesus in my gifting and passion to the local church, but this is not written as a “pastor.” I am writing this as an average 26 year old guy raised in the Northwest who loves his family dearly, likes to read as much as possible, and golf whenever I get the chance; there is truly nothing special about me except the Jesus that loves me. I also must say that this is an honest, open account of the events that took place in our lives recently. Too many times people sugar-coat trials and hardships because they don't want to portray a lack of faith or are just ashamed, as if their trials make them less worthy of a person. While we don't agree with this, we do believe that openness produces healing and we hope that the sharing of this story will produce hope in your life. There will be details and openness of our pain that we experienced as I share the story of how Darianne and I lost our baby.
The day started off like any other Monday does in our home: Darianne takes our international student to school while I stay and work from home as our son Judah watches TV (too much in my lovely wife's opinion) and plays with his toys. What many of you don't know is that at this point Darianne is about 12 weeks pregnant and that afternoon we have our check up to make sure everything is okay. The day before was a fantastic day with our church family celebrating the past 5 years of ministry and looking forward to some amazing things we could potentially have the honor of doing in the city by God's grace. This check up was a milestone in the pregnancy as we enter the second trimester and plan the publicly share the news (make it "Facebook Official" as some of our students joke).
We go into the doctor's office and check-in. As the doctor enters the room, he explains that he will be using this device that looks like an old tape player (think Home Alone recorder for those of you old enough to remember) to check the heart beat of the baby. The last time we did this with Judah it felt like it was forever to hear the heartbeat. I knew I had to be patient to hear this time as well, but the time kept passing without hearing any noise. The doctor tried to calm our nerves by saying the baby was just hiding from us, but by the look on his face I could tell there was concern. What turns into seconds of looking turns into minutes of looking with no luck. He then says we are going to go have an ultrasound to make sure everything is okay. We go into the ultrasound room where the doctor does a normal ultrasound. After minutes of looking there becomes more of a frantic look on the doctor's face as he then tells us he wants to do a vaginal ultrasound because this is the best way to see the baby's movement and heart beat. At this point Darianne and I are obviously extremely afraid and concerned. This is our baby we are talking about, not just some scientific experiment or fetus that we have no connection with; this is our BABY. And we can't find her heartbeat. The thing that is so basic to life seems to be eluding us. The doctor performs the second ultrasound and after a few more minutes of silent but frantic searching he tells us the the news we didn't want to hear: the baby doesn't have a heart beat. He also said that it looked like the placenta walls were deteriorating and that it looks like we had lost the baby. He scheduled another ultrasound on Wednesday to confirm his findings, and we leave completely bewildered.
Trying to be strong for Darianne, I didn't cry as we searched for the baby's heart beat but instead begged God in prayer. I believe God is a God of miracles and can do whatever He chooses to do, so I prayed extremely hard that the heart beat would start. As I was praying in the last ultrasound, I felt the Father tell me that my baby girl was in His arms now, and she was safe. She would not have to endure the pain of this world, and that He was going to take good care of her until I get to meet her. While that brings me great joy and comfort knowing this, it brings me to tears and sadness even now as I share this. Knowing my girl is taken care of is great reassurance, but the pain and hurt from knowing that I will not get to hold this baby in my arms kills me. I truly believe that the baby was a girl, and to know that on this side of eternity I will miss the chance to hold her in my arms as I rock her to sleep late at night, to see her become a beautiful little girl with all the ridiculous outfits my wife would buy her, to take her on daddy dates where I can spoil her and show her what a real man is like so when the day comes for her to look for a husband he will have a standard to live up to and, the ultimate desire of a dad and his daughter: walk her down the aisle. It is extremely painful to think that I won't get to experience these events with my daughter.
With this news, our hearts obviously sank. We have been graced with a great Pastor and team that allowed me to do whatever was necessary to make sure we got through this time. We took a couple days and went away, just Darianne and I, to spend time together and heal as much as possible. It was a wonderful time to be with my love as we talked, did some crafts, prayed, and enjoyed one another.
At this point, we had a D&C scheduled for the following Tuesday and so we thought we were in the clear until we had to deal with the finality of the procedure. However, Sunday night posed another night of unfortunate events. The previous few nights she had been experiencing some minimal cramping but after some time it subsided. On Sunday Night,, not only did they not subside, they grew worse than child birth. She started to have contractions 30 seconds apart at a pain level of 12/10 (her words, not mine). Nothing would make them get better: hot bath/shower, back rub, nothing. The pain was extremely horrible to watch as she screamed in agony every time a contraction would begin. I cannot imagine the pain (both physically and emotionally) Darianne endured. To go through this without any hope of a positive result is something I cannot even begin to imagine. Child birth pains is one thing because you know a baby will be coming shortly, but this pain seemed pointless, making it that much more difficult. My pain of watching this is nothing in comparison to what she actually went through. After 3 hours of watching and experiencing this, the doctor told us to go into the ER and they would perform the procedure that night. We spent the night at the hospital on Sunday night, and after experiencing the horrible pain for 8 hours she had her D&C, recuperated for a few hours and left the next morning at 6:30AM.
Even as I write this, it's hard to imagine people going through this dreadful situation, let alone going through it yourself. It's confusing, disheartening, faith-building, encouraging and horrific all at the same time. Looking back at the past 10 days is almost a surreal experience, as if I just experienced the most vivid nightmare imaginable. However, this was no nightmare to wake-up from, but one we will live with the rest of our lives.
In times like this (whether you've gone through something like this or any other trial), many questions can start going through your mind. I do not pretend to know much, but there are a few things I Know I Know.
Things I KNOW
My God is GOOD, so I know I'm not being punished.
So many people view hardships in life as a punishment from God for their wrongdoing. They believe that God is sitting up in heaven like Zeus or another mythological god waiting with a thunderbolt in hand to throw it at us whenever we do something wrong. The lie of Karma tells us what goes around comes around, but I believe that's a load of crap. My God is a GOOD GOD! I know this was not how He intended the world to be, but because of our sinfulness both by nature and by choice we live in the world where there is pain and suffering. But, in God's goodness, there will be a day where complete restoration will take place. How I long for the day where there will be no more weeping or pain or suffering for those in Christ. But in the meantime, I know my God is good. He does not wish these things upon us and is not punishing us for sin in our lives (as Karma and other religious systems teach), but God showed his ultimate goodness for me and us not in the painful circumstances we endure, but on the life, death, burial and ultimate resurrection of Jesus. The Bible uses a term, “Holy” for God, in which I see described as God always doing what is Good, Right, and Perfect. I don't always understand (see below), but I know that no matter what the God of the Bible is a GOOD God. What is done is good because He allowed it, even if it doesn't make sense to me. It is right, even if I don't see it as such.
My God is GREAT, and is still able to do the miraculous.
On Tuesday as we were waiting to get the final ultrasound, many people were praying for God's miraculous to work in our situation. Darianne and I started to think about the ways which our girl was going to be a miracle baby who's story would be told to impact many lives (even thinking to the point of naming her Miracle). But that didn't happen. It's very easy for us to think that God can't do those things because He didn't for us. To be honest, this is something that we struggle with, especially on the heels of some other family circumstances. But we know that God is ABLE to do what He chooses. I have a very high value in the sovereignty of God, that He is the one that ultimately choose what is Good, Right and Perfect, and He is directing all steps of life to His eventual culmination. I've heard it said that the sovereignty of God is a comfortable blanket where we can find rest. He is Holy, and because of this I can rest that He does what is good, right, and perfect.
My God is GLORIOUS, and deserves all praise.
I don't know how and I don't know when, but somehow this story will be used by God. I pray that through this difficult time, His glory is revealed to all.
My God is GRACIOUS.
Many wonder (as we do below) why these things happen. We can choose to focus on the immediate negative of their current situation and use this as ammunition to show God as vindictive. However, you know that I truly believe the Gospel of Grace that Jesus spoke of and lived out. I do not believe this situation is how God shows His love for me, but He did it when he had Jesus come to die in my place and for my sin while I was still sinful (Romans 5:8). That Perfect Jesus became the sacrifice for my sinfulness and that the righteousness of God was given to me because the One who knew no sin became Sin for me (2 Corinthians 5:21). He ultimate grace was shown to me not in these last 10 days, but when Jesus came to earth as a little baby, lived a perfect life and died a perfect death in my place for my sins. His grace was shown in His life, death, burial and resurrection FOR you and me.
My Wife is AMAZING.
Darianne is a trooper! One of the most difficult parts of this whole time is to see my wife physically and emotionally struggle. To sit there and watch as she endured pain, horrific pains was almost unbearable. But the strength and love that she has blows me away! In the midst of the struggle, she was even gracious towards others and looking out for them rather than just herself. She was not just concerned with us but everyone else. Her love for others blows me away and continually challenges and encourages me.
You CANNOT live without community.
I truly don't understand how people can live without some form of community in their lives. We have been extremely blessed with people in our lives that will literally do so much for us at a simple phone call. From our Pastors who gave us the time to heal and get better without any strings to our Family Community who cried with us, prayed with us and loved us as we tried to lead through crazy times. They were there to help as we took time away, help us heal, and allow us to talk it out. I know God created us for community, and it was in times like this that we truly experience it and understand more of why. I've found that God sometimes chooses to show His love to us through the love and care of others. From the amazing prayers and emotional support to the extremely practical support (watching kids, late night emergency phone calls, etc) it is unbelievably necessary to have people in your life that you can support (and whom you can support when they are in a time of need).
Things I don't KNOW...
WHY?
This is quite possibly the most difficult and honest question people ask, “Why?” Why do bad things happen to Good people? Why did my wife, who is amazingly loving and caring towards others, go through such horrific pain? Why didn't God heal? Why, if God is so good, does He allow for such bad to happen in the world? The list is endless of the questions that can be asked in times like this. And to be completely honest, I don't know why. I've got ideas like the rest of us, but I don't think any of us truly know why. Proverbs 3:5-6 says, “Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make straight your paths.” It's very easy to lean into our own understanding, but my understanding is so limited. My natural understanding tells me so much that would ultimately lead to not trusting God because the perspective of a finite human being cannot compare to the amazing viewpoint and sovereignty of an Almighty God. At the end of the day though, I have a choice, choose to trust my understanding or choose to trust the Lord. Does this mean we haven't asked why? No, we have wrestled with it for sure. Does it mean that everything has worked out exactly as we wanted? Obviously not. But it does mean that I CAN trust God in this time and, by doing so, my life will have meaning and this time will make sense eventually.
I'm not sure who you are and why you've chosen to read this far. Our story is one of the millions and millions of painful stories people face in life. You quite possibly have gone through this very story or something even more dreadful, for which I'm truly sorry. If anything I desire from this, is to see people draw closer to the loving heart of Jesus. Pains in life are not meant for you to push God away, but to draw closer to him. We have tried (definitely not perfectly) to do this. But by God's grace, we will be stronger because of this. James 1:2 tells us to be joyful in the midst of trials because they develop perseverance and Romans 5 goes further to say that we should rejoice in our sufferings because they will eventually produce character and hope. Let this be a time when you draw closer to the heart of the Father. My prayer is that this story will cause you hope. It has already caused healing in some lives, and I pray that it makes a greater impact to the Glory of God.
