As a grieving father, I write in order to share my stumble through suffering towards hope. I share honestly and vividly for three particular reasons:
It’s tempting to rush past pain or suppress sorrow. But the Scriptures show us that being honest with God and others about our sufferings is a crucial part of the process towards hope. Lament is the pathway to praise.
Suffering is a dark and lonely place. But hearing the cries of other sufferers can enable our own process of grieving. Honest grieving – especially that of men and, specifically, fathers – seems to be hard to find. I hope that others who might stumble here are helped in their trials. If this is you, and you want to talk, leave a comment and I’ll get back to you.
I have unspeakable pride in the two babies we have lost. Everything in me wanted God to save them. Even though that did not happen, I will love them forever. Writing gives me the opportunity to do what every dad wants to do – honor my children.
Be still, my soul; the Lord is on thy side;
Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain;
Leave to thy God to order and provide;
In every change He faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul; Thy best, thy heavenly, Friend
Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end.