On Babyloss.

The loss of a child is something of a taboo subject. Whether the loss occured during pregnancy, in early term or late, or after delivery, or even after a birthday or two, the tragedy of losing a child is something so devastatingly private that we feel embarrassed by it. As though being in proximity to a grief so great is somehow shameful. And so we don't talk about it; we don't think about it; we skirt around its edges and try not to touch it.

But chances are very good that you know somebody who has experienced it first hand. She might never have told anybody; the pregnancy might have come to an abrupt and unheralded halt before she was even ready to announce it. Or she might have had the nursery already painted; dad may have put together the crib; they may have gone to the hospital in a sate of eager, nervous anticipation and come home with empty arms, to find an empty room, with hearts full of love and no baby to give it to.

Today, my heart goes out to little Baby Isaiah James and his family. I pray that his parents find the room they need to grieve. I pray that they find strength in one another, and grace and peace in the God they so firmly believe in.

And I pray that Isaiah is with Mrs. Spit's Gabriel.

** For more on this story, visit Isaiah's facebook page.