In the same week, I've been excitedly waiting with a friend whose baby girl is over due and mourning with another whose baby will never walk this earth.
Emotions are jumping back and forth, and it seems like it should feel wrong, going from gladness to sadness. But each circumstance is tragically separate and beautifully united.
Life is life. And short or long, each life is meant to be celebrated and the loss of it is meant to be mourned.
Just as there are no words to describe the overwhelm of childbirth, there are no words to describe the depth of pain and sorrow in the loss of a child.
No two births are the same, yet they are equally beautiful.
No two miscarriages are either, yet they are equally tragic.
"Rejoice with those who rejoice, and weep with those who weep." Romans 12:15
