That phrase probably doesn’t make sense, but I’ve come to say it and think it so often that it seems perfectly natural to me. It was made up during a conversation with my mom. I don’t even remember the specifics of the conversation, or how it got started; I just remember talking about the things I would heartbreakingly miss.
People say or imply, “You can always try again.” “There’s always adoption.” “It was just a baby.” “You didn’t even know them.” and so on and so on. This is increasingly frustrating to me, and I’m sure many other misplaced moms. And for the longest time, I couldn’t put into words my thoughts as to why.
Then I remembered something my aunt said to me after our first lost. She held me and said something along the lines of, “You didn’t just lose a baby; you lost a lifetime of being with that baby. That baby had a name, you planned it’s nursery, and it had already lived through it’s first birthday in your mind. That baby had a life with you, and a very special place in your heart.”
I’ll never forget that, because that was exactly how it felt. I lost our infant, yes, but with it I lost their first smile, first tooth, first step, first word. I lost nights of tucking in, walks in the park, watching them learn to depend on God. We never got to see them grow, hear their voice, their cries, their laughter. We had to let them go. And in letting them go, we lost a thousand moments worth more than all the money in the world…worth more than millions, let’s say. And so, the phrase was born.
We lost a thousand, “million” moments.
Or did we?
Talking with my mother again, she said something I first thought rather insensitive. She said we didn’t lose those moments, because we never had them. Instead, we lost the dream and hope of those moments with the babies we had conceived.
But as she continued, I saw her point. We did not lose the opportunity for those special moments, because God has not yet given those moments to us. From before time, our first baby was destined to live only a few short weeks. Baby two? Her days were numbered before her mother was even born. Baby three, four, five? Their days were written in His book, before I ever knew we would have the privilege of being their parents.
“O Lord, you have searched me and known me! You know when I sit down and when I rise up; you discern my thoughts from afar. You search out my path and my lying down and are acquainted with all my ways. Even before a word is on my tongue, behold O Lord, you know it altogether. You hem me in, behind and before, and lay your hand upon me. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is high; I cannot attain it.
“For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it well. My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately women in the depths of the earth. You eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.” Psalm 139:1-6 and 13-16 ESV (Emphasis mine)
Job 42:2 “I know that you can do all things, and that no purpose of yours can be thwarted.”
Job 14:5 “Since his [man’s] days are determined, and the number of his months is with you [God], and you have appointed his limits that he cannot pass.”
Matthew 6:27 “And which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life?”
My aunt had also texted me these words when I was going to the Emergency Room, “God has you and your little baby in the palm of His Hand.”
And He did. Every day we had with them was ordained, and every day we aren’t with them has a purpose. But, that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. Almost unbearably. My heart breaks when I think of the thousands of moments I wanted Brian and I to have with our children, but here is the encouragement no one hurting really wants to hear. Part of moving forward is learning to enjoy the moments you have. This can be painful; I understand that even in the “happy” moments, you miss your children. I do. But don’t let that stop you from enjoying the people you still have with you. Love and be loved every moment you can.
I lost my dreams of a thousand “million” moments with our five babies, but I don’t want to lose the opportunity of making memories with the people God has allowed to be in my life. And I don’t want you to lose those opportunities either. Reach out to others, and find a blessing to be thankful for today.
And who knows? Perhaps someday those dreams of moments with a child will come true.
*On a side note:
I know that although these verses bring comfort, they also bring the question everybody wants an answer to. Did God make my baby die, or allow my baby to die? Some people are going to agree with this answer, and some people are going to vehemently disagree. But this is the God that I see in Scripture.
God did not kill my babies; MTHFR did. And God didn’t give me MTHFR, sin did. And God never places sin into our lives. BUT, He does allow it to touch us, because we live in a sinful world. Yet in His goodness, He takes what we consider bad, and promises to work for His children’s good. Romans 8:28 ESV “And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose.”
Joni Eareckson Tada explains this much better than I can. Here is an article written by her and published on Ligonier Ministries’ website.
Turning Evil on Its Head
by Joni Eareckson Tada
“Ask my husband; I am no theologian. I’ve never read Calvin’s Institutes all the way through, nor do I know Greek or Hebrew. But years ago, when I snapped my neck under the weight of a dive into shallow water, permanent and total paralysis smashed me up against the study of God.
Up until then, I was content to wade ankle-deep in the things of God, but when a severed spinal cord left my body limp and useless, I was hoisted into a dark, bottomless ocean. In the wee, sleepless hours of my early injury, I wrestled against my Reformed upbringing — no longer were my questions academic, and this was no casual question-and-answer session in a living room Bible study. Lying in bed paralyzed, I fought off claustrophobia with hard-hitting questions. “Let me get this straight, God. When bad things happen, who’s behind them, you or the Devil? Are you permitting this or ordaining it? I’m still a young Christian; if you’re so loving, why treat your children so mean?”
That was over thirty-eight years ago. Not once in those years has God been mean. What’s more, He has satisfied my questions with an intimacy, softness, and sweetness of fellowship with the Savior that I wouldn’t trade for anything — not even walking. I still leave the Hebrew and Greek to the experts, but years of study have convinced me that God knows what He’s about. I want you to know I’m Reformed to the roots — Reformed Episcopalian growing up, and a PCA (Presbyterian Church in America) church member now. The fact that my crazy life is nestled safely under God’s overarching decrees is, to me, the best of comforts. But God has showed me that when accidents happen, it’s okay to call them accidents. Even the Bible does. When babies die, when whole populations starve, when young girls break their necks, God weeps for His world, “for he does not willingly afflict or grieve the children of men” (Lam. 3:33). My spinal cord injury was a terrible accident.
But the Bible insists on another truth simultaneously. When all these things happen, when famines and crib deaths occur, when snake bites and gas station robberies and pistol-whippings happen, God has not taken His hands off the wheel for a nanosecond. Psalm 103:19 is pithy and powerful: “His kingdom rules over all.” He considers these awful — and often evil — things tragedies and He takes no delight in misery, but He is determined to steer them and use suffering for His own ends.
And those ends are happy. God is heaven-bent on inviting me to share in His joy, peace, and power. But there’s a catch. God only shares His joy on His terms, and those terms call for us, in some measure, to suffer as His beloved Son did while on earth. “For to this you have been called, because Christ also suffered for you, leaving you an example, so that you might follow in his steps” (1 Peter 2:21). Those steps lead us into the fellowship of Christ’s sufferings where we become “like him in his death”; that is, we daily take up our cross and die to the sins He died for on His cross (Luke 9:23; Phil. 3:10). When suffering sandblasts us to the core, the true stuff of which we are made is revealed. Suffering lobs a hand-grenade into our self-centeredness, blasting our soul bare — but then, we can be better bonded to the Savior. Our afflictions have helped make us holy. And we are never more like Christ — never more filled with His joy, peace, and power — than when sin is uprooted from our lives. Does this mean God delights in my spinal cord injury? Was He rubbing His hands in glee when I took that dive off the raft into shallow water? Of course not. He may work “all things” together for my good, but that does not mean a spinal cord injury is, in itself, good (Rom. 8:28). God permits all sorts of things He doesn’t approve of. In fact, in a world of evil and wickedness, He allows others to do what He would never do: He didn’t steal Job’s camels or entice the Sabeans or Chaldeans to wreck havoc, yet He was able to erect a “fence” around Satan’s fury to bring ultimate good out of the Devil’s wickedness. My friend and mentor Steve Estes once told me, “Satan may power the ship of evil, but God steers it to serve His own ends and purposes.”
So I could ask, “Was my diving accident God’s fault?” and be assured that although He is sovereign, no, it was not His fault. Was it an assault from the Devil? Yes, it possibly was. Or I may press further, “Is it the consequence of living in a fallen, wicked world, and not the direct assault of either the Devil or God?” and learn that this scenario may be the most likely. Whichever the schematic, I have the comfort and confidence that the entire matter was under God’s overarching decrees.
Besides, how God allowed for my accident to happen is not the point. The point is, my suffering has taught me to “be done with sin,” putting behind me the peevishness, small-minded, self-focused “Joni” to mature into the “Joni” He has destined me to be, honed and polished by years of quadriplegia (1 Peter 4:1).
I’m not saying it’s easy. Actually, it’s getting harder. These thin, tired bones are beginning to bend under the weight of decades of paralysis. But I have to remember that the core of God’s plan is to rescue me from sin, even up to my dying breath. My pain and discomfort are not His ultimate focus — He cares about these things, but they are merely symptoms of the real problem. God cares most not about making my life happy, healthy, and free of trouble, but about teaching me to hate my transgressions and to keep growing in the grace and knowledge of Jesus. God lets me continue to feel much of sin’s sting through suffering while I’m heading for heaven — and this constantly reminds me of what I am being delivered from, exposing sin for the poison it is.
In short, one form of evil — suffering — is turned on its head to defeat another form of evil — our sin — all to the praise of God’s wisdom and glory! Is the cost too great? The price of pain too high? Not when you consider that “this slight momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison” (2 Cor. 4:17). I’m convinced my response to my wheelchair has a direct bearing on my capacity for joy, worship, and service in heaven. Of all the things I may waste here on earth, I do not want to waste my quadriplegia! Earth provides my one chance to give my Savior a “sacrifice of praise,” demonstrating to the heavenlies that Jesus Christ is supremely worthy of my loyalty and love (Heb. 13:15).
One day God will close the curtain on evil and, with it, all suffering and sorrow. Until then, I’ll keep remembering something else Steve Estes once told me as he rested his hand on my wheelchair: “God permits what He hates to accomplish what He loves.” I can smile knowing God is accomplishing what He loves in my life — Christ in me, the hope of glory.”
God is Sovereign and in control, but He does not willing afflict His people. We live in a sinful and fallen world, and that means we deal with the consequences of sin, but we also have the joy of knowing God overcame sin, death, and the Devil. And we can rest in His Sovereignty.
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