This may be a bit of a difficult blog post to read but I found that I needed to use my blogging as a means to help me sort out my emotions during my inevitable miscarriage. I have always blogged to express my opinions or to express my outrage or to inspire someone else but never before have I shared intimate details as they unfolded as a means of opening my heart, until now.
That’s right, I’m going to lose my child. Before I know if he or she is a he or she I am faced with the reality that I will never hold this child in arms not will it suckle at my breasts.
Science has revealed the future to me and I have mixed emotions about knowing that sooner rather than later this pregnancy will be ending.
Last week I went to have blood drawn to check the HCG levels in my blood. This test detects a level of a specific hormone that a newly conceived child produces after it implants in the uterus.
This hormone is the same hormone that darkens the second line on a urine test indicating pregnancy. If that hormone decreases rather than increases, it indicates that miscarriage is inevitable. I found out 4 days ago that my levels decreased, a lot.
There is an image by William Blake that I see in my minds eye, the one where Christ unites himself to the Father. I love this image by William Blake because it speaks of what it means to unite oneself and ones desires to the will of God. It speaks of reconciliation and of union.
I love the pose of the man as it is reminiscent of the cross, with his hands extended in such a way. The body speaks a language and this man’s body is saying to me that while he realizes the suffering, the cross that comes when he opens himself to God there is a peace and resting that takes place by allowing God to embrace him. The fulfillment of all desire can only happen if we unite our desires to that of God’s for us. Knowing this is one thing, knowing it as an experience is and entirely different thing.
Earlier this week I had a song playing through my mind. It’s a Leonard Cohen tune called “Waiting For a Miracle.” Listening to Leonard if feels as if time slows down just a little bit and my mind quiets down. It calms me, it transports me out of the chaos of a given moment into an interior life that feels like prayer. St. Frances said when we sing we pray twice so perhaps music is it’s own form of prayer. “Waiting For a Miracle” says it all.
I was waiting for a miracle to come. The way Leonard sings it, with such gentle melancholy expresses the tenderness of desire to have what I want, yet at the same time expresses the sadness of knowing that it would take a miracle. There is no begging or pleading, just a hope and desire for it. This has been my hearts song for the past week.
This morning I woke up with another Leonard Cohen song singing itself into my mind. I had to smile because I felt it was a grace from God that caused it to sing me awake. It was my first thought as I opened my eyes. “If It Be Your Will” is a song that I have loved for many years. It is a song I have sung in times where I desired to embrace the will of God and not my own and I prayed for his grace to be poured into me so that I could desire it.
This song is my new prayer as I have transitioned into the hardest part of this miscarriage. I am still waiting, but not for a miracle to come, but for a miracle of life that was created inside of me to make it’s way out. It is the hardest for me because I wonder what I will see or worse, that I will miss him or her and flush her away. That is why it’s hardest. I just want this part to be done so I can transition to healing.
When I reached for my phone this morning I saw the tweet of Pope Francis. As if to affirm that the song that was sung to me as I awoke was indeed inspired by the Holy Spirit, his “tweet” spoke of God’s will being our own.
“The one who listens attentively to the Word of God and truly prays, always asks the Lord: what is your will for me?” Pope Francis
I can thank God for transitioning my heart this morning by a gift of His grace. I truly know that I want what He wants. I know there has been nothing wasted, a soul will exist for all eternity and his/her name is Kolbe and will be praying me into heaven.
I realized early on in this process that I could offer this suffering to God. I solidified this during the mass yesterday when I offered my body as a living sacrifice. I offered my body as an altar upon which to offer this miscarriage as a spiritual sacrifice to God and asked for Mary to give the graces to her priests who offer themselves daily without ever being able to hold the results in their arms. I asked for the gift of spiritual motherhood to the priests in my life, that I would love them as Mary does. That I would see them as my sons that need a mother to pray for them, to love them and offer prayers and sufferings for their protection. I usually never help distribute communion, but I was inspired to do so.
I felt inspired to offer communion and felt the love of my heart being poured out to every person who approached Jesus. I found myself looking deeply into each person’s eyes as they came forward and felt a deep merciful love of Mary in me flow out to them. I did not look at them as they approached, I would see them. I would see their goodness and longing and desire to be filled and offer them the living God that is the only thing that can fill that void.
I am in a good place today. God is Good, all the time, God is Good.
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