...and to him who has no might...Isaiah 40:29

It’s as if God, in those eight months of struggling to trust His leading and to release the grip we had on our plans, was whispering, “Will you follow me no matter the road?”  We had no idea what answering “yes” to that question would mean – how we would taste the mingling of joy and pain – the light of Jesus’ presence in the midst of our darkest days.

Months after choosing to trust Him to grow our family when He saw fit, God graciously gave us our first child and allowed us to experience the joy of the life His hand had created.  Naturally, our hearts were extatic and we quickly began planning life’s changes that would take place in the coming months.  Weeks passed and one afternoon at a routine doctors appointment we were given the news that every parent prays they will be spared – we had lost our first child.  Our well-laid plans had once again been interrupted by our Faithful Shepherd’s voice – will you follow me?  Over the next few months we grieved together and called on Him, our Strength, allowing the Healer to do what only He can.  After several months, God provided another short and sweet life when He gave us our second child.  Having experienced loss again, our hearts hurt deep, and the confusion was overwhelming.  In the midst of our grief, His Word met us, as water to a thirsty soul.

Why do you say, O Jacob,
    

and speak, O Israel,


“My way is hidden from the Lord,
    

and my right is disregarded by my God”?

Have you not known? Have you not heard?


The Lord is the everlasting God,
    

the Creator of the ends of the earth.


He does not faint or grow weary;
   

 his understanding is unsearchable.

He gives power to the faint,
    

and to him who has no might he increases strength.

Isaiah 40:27-29

Having lost two lives, the pain at times seemed crippling.  But in His faithfulness, our God came near to us – in the middle of the night when grief seemed to take our breath away, with our face to the floor crying out to our Rescuer, alone in the car desperate for His peace.  Every time – He was there.  And His question…no matter the road?