I always thought this would happen to someone else, but never to me. Even now, in the aftermath of my first miscarriage, there's a surrealness to the whole thing. Surely, part of it is some built-in self-preservation, the abstraction of misfortune, the distancing of oneself from unsavory realities. Death, pain, loss--these things befall others. These…
“Though You Slay Me…”: Trusting God in Grief
Two Apostles by Peter Paul Rubens, ca. 1611. "Is this Amber, the mother of Sebastian Frederick?" "Yes..." "I'm so sorry, but Dr. Batahally is requesting that you and your husband come to Sebastian's bedside immediately. His vitals dropped this morning. The doctors are trying to stabilize him, but he's not responding well. Please come as quickly…