Julia Worthy

We’ve lost eight beloved babies. We tried to fake fine at first, but were dying inside. Every one lost ripped our heart out. We know birthdays, smell their baby smells, picture milestones. Family demanded we not burden them with grief; so we kept it private & fake. But our miraculous God surrounded us with new family: friends in the weeds of our grief, sharing sorrows & joys, lifting us from despair, to adopt us, lament with us; so now, losing our eighth, we know we’re more surrounded in love than ever. God invites us to lament so He can bring that sweet morning joy. Laments call God to transform us, to work miracles. Jesus joins us in mourning, says Ann Weems, and “in the godforsaken, obscene quicksand of life, there is a deafening alleluia rising from the souls of those who weep”. God catches our every tear…puts stars in our skies…& we’ll take this purposeful, messy, lament-filled, loss-stricken, beautiful, overflowing life of love & intimacy with God over anything fake. Alleluia!