Which brought to mind how long I've had it - and my train of thought went something like this: Oh, I bought this to wear to the David Garrett concert in Omaha.... That was also in February..... And I miscarried that night..... What day is it?
Yesterday was four years to the day since we found out our precious Angel wasn't going to be born. I know death and sorrow are never part of God's plan, but He can use those awful things we go through to make beautiful things. I wonder why we had to lose a baby, but then I realize, if Angel had been born, we wouldn't have this beautiful ragamuffin to love, who brings such joy to us every day.
There is beauty in the brokenness.
God always knows His purposes.
I recently read the book of Job in the Bible. God allowed Satan to do horrible things to Job. Satan took not one, but all 10 of Job's children, in addition to all of his possessions and physical health. Satan was sure he would win in Job's life, causing Job to hate and curse God. God knew Job could handle it, so he allowed Satan to test Job.
But Job didn't curse God. He questioned why, but he realized God's sovereignty. And God blessed Job with twice as much as he had before.
And I hope that the reason that God let us go through that loss was because He knew we could handle it. We didn't know we could handle it, but we came through it praising Him, and He has blessed us with so much since then.
Blessed be His name.