Yesterday, my 17 year old son texted me a question as I was heading to my car from the office: "i have a question I don't think the bible answers. What happens to unborn eggs? Heaven? Nothing? Are they even considered people without being conceived?" (Why do I get these via text? & why as I'm walking to my car?)
My answer: "Eggs aren't people. Fertilized eggs are."
Next text: "What about miscarriages? God knows they won't be born...What happens to them? Why weren't they born like my brothers and I?" (Seriously? Isn't he supposed to be worried about football? his car?...)
My answer (quick, I'm at a stop light... I do NOT text and drive): "They were meant for heaven"
His Next Question: "Will I meet them? Does God name them?" (I really love this kid...)
My response: (Still a red light, by the way...) "Yes! and Yes!" (Now I have to drop the phone... the light is green and I'm heading for the freeway.)
Three years ago, I became unexpectedly pregnant. My husband and I were 43 and 42 respectively. Kind of planning on an empty nest in the near future. My children were surprisingly excited about a baby brother or sister. My own parents, being near 40 when I was born, got quite a kick out of the idea, too. The panic left and we started to plan. The planning came to an abrupt halt, when just after 3 months, I had a miscarriage. I could not believe the emotional pain. I grieved horribly. I remember crying out to God to heal my aching heart. I had dreams that my baby was still there, only to wake up and be hit with the reality of the loss. My Mom sent me a letter telling me how much she and Dad hurt for me... how they loved me.
Two weeks later, my dad suddenly died. Literally dropped in the middle of church having just shared about God's Word with the congregation. He was gone. Mom had stayed home that day. I was 500 miles away. My brother called me when I got home from church. I had just begun to see some light in my darkness when I was drowning again.
Sometime, I'll finish on that part of my life....but this brings me to the red light when I got off the freeway. There was my unsent text: "Yes! and Yes!" and I added: " They were in heaven to meet their grandpa!" (I also had a miscarriage before conceiving my other 3 children, when I was 19).
I got home and read to him my favorite: Psalm 139:14-16 and we got to discuss how God created each of us uniquely for His purpose. I love my sons. God gave them to me for a reason. My Dad was so very special and I cannot wait to see him again. He can introduce me to my other 2 children when I get there. I thank God for healing my heart of the worst pain I've known to date. He is so good. God Bless you all!
I'm so sorry for your loss. I understand your son's questions, and have asked them myself when I was his age. There is no clear cut answer in Christianity about that topic, and whenever I asked different people, I always got different answers. They do serve a purpouse, as everything does. Perhaps each person needs to figure out that for themselves. Thanks for all your lovely comments on my blog btw.
ReplyDeleteI agree; we all have to figure those things out and it's different for each of us. Funny, 3 years later, I still get choked up talking about it, but it's not really sad anymore. I'm emotional anyway! Thx for the comment.
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