Maybe you know this, maybe you don't, maybe you don't want to, but there is a LOT of blood involved in a miscarriage. The doctor told me I lost LITERS of blood at the hospital. LITERS. I wasn't prepared for that.
Unfortunately the bleeding doesn't stop right away either. It takes 1-2 weeks to stop - dwindling a little every day until it's done. Because of this, the hospital sent me home with some HUGE pads to absorb this mess. You would not believe the size of these things. If you ever have a major head wound, you want these babies. They make those heavy flow, overnight pads look like teeny panty liners! Seriously - they're huge.
I know it's gross for me to be talking about bleeding and pads and stuff, but I do have a point here. The name of this particular brand of pads...is PROMISE.
That's right folks: PROMISE.
Hmmm...seems like even in the midst of a horrible miscarriage, God has found a way to remind me EVERY DAY that He is still with me and will fulfill his promises. As the last remnants of the life we lost leave my body, God is already encouraging us that there will be life in the future. A promise kept.
Below is some of the passage that was read at our wedding. Seems to be speaking to me today...
"For as the rain and the snow come down from heaven and do not return there but water the earth, making it bring forth and sprout, giving seed to the sower and bread to the eater, so shall my word be that goes out from my mouth; it shall not return to me empty, but it shall accomplish that which I purpose, and shall succeed in the thing for which I sent it."
- Isaiah 55: 10-11