Please pray for a very special friend IRL, Jennifer who just had a miscarriage. In my eyes she is a wonderful wife and mother of 6 and does an outstanding job giving herself to everyone who needs her. She needs our prayers, please take a moment and say a prayer for her!
I came across this prayer on EWTN’s site. It helped me during my time of grief and wanted to share it with you all. While checking in on Ruth’s blog, I saw she had posted this prayer as well. Great minds think alike!! It really helps me see why the miscarriages I had was such a loss for me and a blessing for the child, and that helps with the pain, because every mother only wants what is best for our children. And of coarse our Father knows what is best for us all, doesn’t he.
Here is the prayer-
My Lord, the baby is dead!
Why, my Lord—dare I ask why? It will not hear the whisper of the wind or see the beauty of its parents’ face—it will not see the beauty of Your creation or the flame of a sunrise. Why, my Lord?
“Why, My child—do you ask ‘why’? Well, I will tell you why.
You see, the child lives. Instead of the wind he hears the sound of angels singing before My throne. Instead of the beauty that passes he sees everlasting Beauty—he sees My face. He was created and lived a short time so the image of his parents imprinted on his face may stand before Me as their personal intercessor. He knows secrets of heaven unknown to men on earth. He laughs with a special joy that only the innocent possess. My ways are not the ways of man. I create for My Kingdom and each creature fills a place in that Kingdom that could not be filled by another. He was created for My joy and his parents’ merits. He has never seen pain or sin. He has never felt hunger or pain. I breathed a soul into a seed, made it grow and called it forth.”
I am humbled before you, my Lord, for questioning Your wisdom, goodness, and love. I speak as a fool—forgive me. I acknowledge Your sovereign rights over life and death. I thank You for the life that began for so short a time to enjoy so long an Eternity. — Mother M. Angelica