January is Sanctity of Human Life month. It also happens to be the month that I lost my first child to miscarriage eleven years ago. My husband, Dan, and I had just set out on a new adventure the last day of 2009. After much prayer, we decided to move from Detroit to Peoria, Ill. We spent New Year’s Eve driving through a blizzard with a full moving truck, two Golden Retrievers, a baby in my belly, and the promise that God would never leave us nor forsake us.
Three days after arriving in Peoria, I miscarried, and my entire world fell apart. I questioned whether God was as good as my Christian faith had always told me He was. Did He really love me any longer? Was anything I formerly thought to be true really true? My new year, my fresh start, had suddenly turned into a nightmare.
Since miscarrying my child, I have heard countless stories from women in similar situations. However, unlike my story, many women choose to suffer this loss alone. Dan and I had ignored the old adage to wait until after the first trimester to tell people about the pregnancy. We had told everyone. In fact, I started wearing maternity clothes immediately because I was so excited. When we lost our little one, the kindness and care that our brand new community showered on us was ultimately what saved me.
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SOURCE: Christian Post, Amanda M. Wilton
Amanda Wilton is the marketing coordinator for Samaritan Ministries International. Originally from Detroit, Michigan, she now resides in Peoria, Illinois, with her husband and children. Amanda has the joy of helping Christians across the world connect in community when there is a medical need. Amanda’s background is in public relations, and she holds a master’s degree in PR & Organizational Communication from Wayne State University.