“Under His watchful eye, a tiny sprout grows to a lovely, fragrant flower, the drab cocoon brings forth the beautiful butterfly, and the Babe in the lowly manger becomes the Prince of Peace! These miracles bring wonderment and awe to our hearts, warming our souls like rays of sun on a spring morning, reminding us of an eternal truth- that all things are precious in His sight.” - Greg Olsen
Dedicated to Amara Rain - An Eternal Blessing From Above
Sent to Heaven: 11/15/2007
Tiny moments, brief and small
We never held you
Never saw
But your Spirit filled my soul
I felt you there
I hope you know
That a mother’s love knows no bounds
It reaches still to wrap around
It will not fade, will not forget
It beats with every breath I take
And though the pain is now intense
I fight to struggle through
To reach beyond the mortal veil
To journey my heart to you
Eternal promises made are sure
That I know is true
And I will strive to carry on
Just like I know you do
By Jessica Reid - Written 11/17/2007
On November 15th, 2007 we lost a precious member of our family. All though we never had a chance to meet our child we know that he or she is safe and well with our Heavenly Father. I chose to name our child Amara Rain meaning Eternal Blessing From Above. All though the name Amara is androgynous I suspect, like my daughter, that I was carrying a baby girl. She was convinced she was having a little sister. The last two weeks with my emergency surgery followed by the news of my pregnancy and subsequent miscarriage has been one of the most tumultuous times in my life. I am thankful for the gospel and my wonderful family and friends that have helped me through this time.
“Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.”
John 14:27
Lost our little one in July to an early misscarriage as well. Haven’t blogged about it but sure appreciate you posting about yours. Never knew I could miss someone I’d never met so very much. I pray the Lord continues to give you peace as you walk this journey.
Amy
This is beautiful - thank you for sharing.
A mother’s heart and soul keeps track of her children - no matter which plane they are on.
I think it is wonderful that you named her. I think some people believe that a miscarried baby is less than a baby but it isn’t true. Your angel will live in your heart until you are reunited again.
That is a beautiful poem. It brings me closer to the love that I still have for my miscarried child of so many years ago. In our culture we don’t have any rituals or way of mourning the loss of a child in the womb - a pain that is real as any. Thank you for talking so openly about what is such a heartbreaking time for you. You are helping many with your words.
I can’t imagine the pain but what a beautiful way to always remember. I am so touched by your sweet poem.