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    The Miscarriage Misconception

    Today, my husband and I received a card. It was from someone reaching out to us, letting us know that though they didn’t know what we were going through, they cared. I must have read that card over 1,000 times today, and matched each neatly penned word with a tear. What a priceless treasure that card was to me; not because someone extended sympathy to us, but because in the sea of hundreds of people that knew we lost a tiny life, there was someone out there that recognized this child… this little life… my tiny little baby’s death was important enough to acknowledge… important enough to go out and buy a…

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    The Fish Warranty

    I don’t know what it is about my fish being so teachable lately, but recently, I wrote about Glory the purple fish and how he died, and ended the post with the scripture Ecclesiastes 3:11 “He hath made every thing beautiful in His time…” and while that post was all about ambiguity and how we don’t have to understand God’s ways for Him to receive glory… today, I was struck with something different and it wasn’t elusive. Glory’s life was very brief, reminding me of confusing endings and tragic outcomes… but what I forgot to mention was…. Glory the fish came with a warranty.   A warranty! That means that…

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    Glory the Fish: A Tragic but Insightful End

    Well… Glory the purple fish did not last long. Suffice it to say, I have never had good fortune with fish. It was nice while it lasted. There was a little life in our house; something small yet very much alive. Apparently however his time has come, because now he is very much dead. And yet there are so many lessons in a dead fish. I’m sure some people wondered why my “he” fish had a girl’s name. No… I wasn’t trying to make a funny statement, or plotting to make his gender ambiguous. He just kind of “was” to begin with. I mean… he was a purple guy. Purple……

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    A Reservoir of Glory: Miscarriage

    We had been married for eight months. I knew that by most people’s standards, this was not long to wait for a child, and because of this, I never voiced my concerns. But it was a concern for multiple reasons that the Lord knows. We wanted a child, and we were afraid that we couldn’t have one. One night in church however, the glory of the Lord filled the house from front to back as people worshiped Him in the most sincere fashion. My mind and heart were so enraptured in the glory of God that the things of this earth, even the most important things, seemed so small and…