And thus it begins. Everyone is giving birth, or announcing a pregnancy, or about to give birth, or about to announce a pregnancy.
At least, that's how it feels.
To a woman who is desires to feel her womb filled with life, Facebook is an unmarked mine field. If she spends enough time there, she's bound to stumble on something that triggers a flow of emotions, regardless of how hard she tries to keep it together. The longer she stays, the more she feels the weight of her own cross pressing into her shoulders, and the grief welling up inside until she feels she is alone in her sadness.
Lord, have mercy. For in my ignorance, I heedlessly posted pictures and updates of my own pregnancy and newborn child, unaware of the effect they may have had on my own dear brothers and sisters in Christ.
Lord, have mercy. For now I understand. Now I feel that weight and that grief, and now I struggle to do the very thing our Lord commands of us:
rejoice with those who rejoice.
Lord, have mercy. For centered in myself, I want only the things of man, not God.
Lord, have mercy. Christ, have mercy. Lord, have mercy.
