Hope Lives On

This January, while being very busy with overnight guests and getting ready for the baby, has also been a time of reflection. As Chris and I look towards to future and talk about what that might hold, how our quiet little lives will change soon (and remind the baby daily that they should be calm after they are born!), we also talk about the past, especially this past year. I know I have thought about our miscarriage last January a lot this month. 

But with every baby kick to my ribs (and even bladder!), I am reminded that hope lives on. 

With every inquiry into how I'm keeping (for the American readers, that means how I am doing/feeling), I am reminded that hope lives on. 

When I realized that I can no longer see my feet, I am reminded that hope lives on. 

When the sun shines all day, I am reminded that hope lives on. 

It was hard to tell our story in such a public way and bare our pain for everyone to see. However it was always our intent in being so honest with our experience that we could encourage, help others deal with, and talk openly about miscarriage.  This month, two different friends messaged me to talk about their miscarriages. One that was currently going through it and the other one who went through it last year but wanted to tell me she just found out she's pregnant again (and very worried about it). Each of these ladies said that reading through our blog from last year really helped them. 

In unexpected messages from friends, I am reminded that hope lives on. 

In all the pain of this world, the uncertainty, the fear, there is light in this world. 

Hope lives on!