Desperate Heartache

Yesterday morning we woke to attend a birth, arriving at the clinic in confidence, awaiting the natural entrance of a new life. Hours later, at 4:00 we fought for that life, and at 5:00 we accepted that life would not come. We lost the baby.
To all the horror of that final hour, I can not give words. We did all that could be done, we fought a war for life. And we cried out-loud, begging God to act, speaking His holy word, proclaiming His goodness, we prayed desperate, faithful prayers for an hour and a half. But that tender, precious girl stayed resting in the arms of Jesus, and never woke to know this world.
The unimaginable truth is that everyday infant lives are snuffed out before they ever begin. It's a fact too sad and too wide for my mind to really know. But yesterday, I held one perfect, beautiful, lifeless baby. And I experienced the despair of her parents, sobbing husband clinging to heartsick wife. And I wept, and things broke inside me, and I was a part of one of those unimaginable moments. And now every thought, every conversation, even my sleep holds the memory of that one hour, that one baby.
Together now we wrap ourselves in prayer, we hold hands to walk home, we cry floods of tears, we unburden ourselves before Jesus. We make it through one day. And by the grace of God; tomorrow we will get through one more. Please:
Pray for Erlinda - a mother without a child. Pray for Gerlene - a women serving her people and trusting God's protection. Pray for us - small servants with broken hearts.