As I’ve walked through the past few months, I’ve experienced the ugly side of miscarriage. Not the ugly side as far as grief, anxiety, or the pure devastation that comes, but the ugliness in my heart.
Wanting to stay home and feel bitter. Anger as I see constant pregnancy reminders everywhere I go. Days where I refuse to enjoy my friends or family or celebrate the blessings in their lives. It’s not always fun to rejoice with someone when you’re deep in the pit of grief.
In relation to this topic, I’ve often had people reference Romans 12:15 when it says to “rejoice with those who rejoice.”
We’re typically very good at this. We see happy announcements of engagements and pregnancies on Facebook and leave kind messages. We’re thrilled (or act thrilled) to attend showers and parties and weddings. We bombard new moms with compliments, cards, and gifts. For the most part, though we’re sometimes a little jealous inside, we’re pretty good at putting on a happy face and being excited with someone.
But what about the flip side of the equation?
I most often only hear the first half of that verse — but the last half of that verse says we should also weep with those who weep.
They say that misery loves company, but no one ever said that company loves to join in on misery.
