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Out of the Mouth of Babes — Yellow Tennessee

Out of the Mouth of Babes

At the end of March I got a phone call from my OB’s office. There was a problem with too many chromosomes which caused the miscarriage. I was also very, very wrong. The baby was not another boy like I was sure it was but was another girl. Her name is Mila Elizabeth.

While I had been feeling somewhat better about things, this one phone call brought it all back up. I remember putting Miss Stalin to bed that night and crying. I told her how very sorry I was that she would never know what it is like to have a sister. I kept thinking how I was sure she would have been just a beautiful as Miss Stalin and my heart was broken.

A week later I was driving home one night and I heard the song Praise You In This Storm by Casting Crowns. If you haven’t heard this song some of the lyrics are:

And as Your mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise the God who gives
And takes away

And I’ll praise You in this storm
And I will lift my hands
For You are who You are
No matter where I am
And every tear I’ve cried
You hold in Your hand
You never left my side
And though my heart is torn
I will praise You in this storm

There I was in the car, singing my head off and crying my eyes out. I am sure I was quite the sight. Thankfully I was alone and it was dark. After the song ended I prayed. I told God that I was not foolish enough to think that I would ever know the reason why the miscarriage had happened. But I needed something. I needed to feel Him and know that I was not going through this alone.

The next morning I woke up and Genghis was laying on the couch under a blanket. I said good morning and asked him what he was doing. He told me he was just sitting and thinking how God and Jesus are taking such good care of baby Mila in heaven.

And just like that I had the something I needed. I hugged him, cried a little bit more and thanked God for answering my prayer.

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Rachel Akers writes about crafts, recipes, and features the adventures of a family of 4. It is always crazy but I wouldn't change it for the world! Comments or questions? Talk to me on Facebook or Twitter or sign up for our RSS feed to have future articles delivered to your feed reader.