Finding Strength & Peace in Loss
This February I will be taking up the challenge of Running/Walking a mile a day to raise awareness of a charity that supported us when we lost our daughter.
I know i have mentioned this time in my life before back on previous blog's, but maybe today its the words that you just needed to hear.
Back in 2003, at just 39 weeks pregnant, we sadly lost our daughter, Alice. A time no parent should ever have to go through. How do you even prepare for that? The pink room was all set, the fresh smell of baby clothes ready to be worn, and then—the most heartbreaking news: the baby we had carried for nearly nine months had died. No medical reason, no explanation, just the devastating words that the cord had broken.
Giving birth and then heading home without our baby in our arms, replaced instead by overwhelming grief and heartbreak, was something I never imagined I would face. It was a grief so deep that it felt like it could swallow me whole.
I had a choice: to let my pain turn me away from God or to lean into Him with all I had left. And honestly, some days, I questioned everything. Why did this happen? Why Alice? Why us? But in my brokenness, I found something I didn’t expect—God wasn’t distant in my pain; He was present in it. His love wasn’t conditional on me having it all together. He met me in the mess, in the rawness of my sorrow.
"The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit." – Psalm 34:18
I felt His presence in the quiet moments when words failed me, in the kindness of those who carried us in prayer, in the strength to get up each morning when I thought I couldn’t. And in the arms of my three-year-old son, Philip, I found a reason to keep going. Holding him tighter, watching his little face light up, reminded me that life still held beauty, even in the midst of loss. He was a gift that helped us walk through our grief with hope.
Losing Alice didn’t make sense, and it never will this side of heaven. But one thing I now hold onto with joy is the promise that I will see her again. I don’t see her as lost—I see her as waiting for me, like a precious present I haven’t opened yet, waiting for that beautiful day when I enter heaven. What a reunion that will be! Until then, I find peace in knowing she is safe in the arms of Jesus, and one day, I will finally hold her in mine.
Jesus understands our pain. He walked this earth and experienced sorrow firsthand. When Lazarus died, Jesus wept (John 11:35). He didn’t hide His emotions—He felt grief, loss, and heartache just as we do. Sometimes, we picture God as distant, far away, watching from above. But let me encourage you—He is near. Jesus is alive, present, and walking with you in your pain. He is not a far-off God, but a loving Savior who surrounds you, dwells within you, and holds you in His arms.
Let me encourage you—through all the grief and loss you may have experienced, there is hope. You can find peace. Lean into the Father, He is there always. Even when the pain feels unbearable, even when the nights feel too long, He is near. He will carry you through. You are not alone. ❤️
Mx
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