(Written by: Karie David)
The room was silent except for the sounds of mumbled praying and stifled sobs. We waited for what seemed an eternity till the doctor came with her diagnosis, and also to give us choices.
The so called choice we were given was either to exterminate her life, or continue on with the pregnancy knowing that she would never have the ability to take one single breath of life. The diagnosis from the ultrasound stated our baby girl was incompatible with life. Yet within the recesses of my womb, her little beating heart was strong, and her movements sure.
I carried our baby for 33 weeks despite the choice given me by our doctor. She was born on January 23, 2015; sanctity of life weekend. Her life was a gift from the Lord. A weighty and pricey gift that came with a few strings attached. She was a gift that I would have to give back to the Lord in another heart wrenching sacrifice. A sacrifice of thankfulness for her life, however short it might be, and submission to God’s mysterious ways.
I look back now with great fondness that I would be chosen to be her mama. Her life in the womb, and her death outside has left our family changed and reeling with emotion; emotion that still runs rampant.
Suffering is intended to bring change. It is meant to have a transforming effect on our lives so that we will turn to the author and finisher of all life. Today, along with everyday, we walk by faith in the Son of God who loved us and gave himself for us. We are so thankful we kept believing and trusting that God works everything out for the good of those who love him.
By the way, we named our baby girl Mercy. She was a beautiful creation destined for heaven and gifted to us. She has been a constant reminder of God’s mercy toward us who believe. We loved her so much and enjoyed the time we had with her.
We often hear that time heals. I do not believe that to be true. I am convinced that Jesus is the healer and Great Physician of the hearts of mankind. He is the one that brings healing. He is the one who carried me through as I carried my sweet darling Mercy.
Happy Birthday Mercy. Your Mommy loves you and aches for the day I will see you again.