This letter is a part of the open letter link-up on Traded Dreams.
I first started this blog a few years ago as a way to document our lives and the memories we were making with our sweet infant son. It was also a place for me to share crafts, recipes, and devotional thoughts. It was my fun little space and served me well.
But everything changed on July 16, 2012.
On that day we learned that the baby girl I was carrying had several fatal birth defects and would be unable to live for long outside of my womb; heart-wrenching, heartbreaking, horrible.
From there my blog became a place of processing and sharing my heart. It became a place where I could be honest about what was happening and yet still point others to the hope I had in Christ. And not only was it helping me, it seemed that others in similar situations were being encouraged by my words. And so this blog transformed from a lighthearted hobby to a very purposeful ministry.
My ministry here is to encourage others in the wake of loss and hardship. My aim is to be transparent and honest and be the type of blog I was looking for after hearing Evie's diagnosis. But most importantly I want to glorify the Lord and point people to Him and be a living testimony of His promises to carry us through life's difficulties.
But a little more specifically ...
After looking at a few different websites I have compiled these (approximate) statistics:
There are 6 million annual pregnancies in the United States
270,000 of those pregnancies receive a fatal fetal diagnosis
229,500 of those pregnancies are terminated
40,000 women choose to carry their baby to term after learning of a fatal diagnosis.
And it is for you that I write.
I write because I want to find you. I write because I want you to find me. I write because I want you to know you are not alone. I write because I know how hard it is to carry a baby and be joyful in your pregnancy all the while knowing that meeting that sweet face also means saying goodbye. I write because I want you to ask me the four thousand questions that are spinning in your mind and I hope I can give you the honest answer you are looking for. I write because I want you to know that Jesus is the only One who can keep you sane. I write because I want to comfort you the way Christ has comforted me.
And so, dear 40,000 I hope we can connect sometime this year. I desperately wish you didn't have to endure this sort of pain and yet here we are. May you find peace in the midst of sorrow and cling to the promises of scripture that joy comes in the morning.
All my love,