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by vivrant thang on life


Everything happens for a reason, they say
Everything happens for a reason, they say

Yesterday morning I received an upsetting e-mail from a friend whose situation I told you about in a previous post. Again, I won’t go into great detail, but it was an urgent prayer request for her unborn child. At exactly four months into her pregancy, her water broke and the doctors were telling her that a miscarriage was inevitable. She wrote that while she was accepting that God knows best, she also knew He has the final say. So came the mass prayer request.

I felt terrible for her and sent one up, even though I knew it would likely be to no avail. I did have a little hope though. Miracles happen everyday. Not in this case though. I got word later in the day that the baby was gone.

I had only shared the complete story of her pregnancy and all the drama surounding it with two other people – the only people that I share almost everything with. When I told both of them what happened, they both had the same response: It was probably for the best. Everything happens for a reason.

I was a little upset at that response since I had also grown to care about this baby already, seeing as how she had named it and shared sonogram pictures and all. Some time later, I did wonder if it was the truth. I think she would have been a wonderful mother, but I was also always worried what the father would do since he was strongly opposed to this child coming into the world. And there was reason to be worried. The dude had done a long stint in prison. He wasn’t there on some white collar crime, feel me? Not to mention, she has said some things that led me to believe that if he knocked, she might open the door, despite all the drama he has put her through *sigh* So what kind of lesson would that have taught the child?

Although I’m more spiritual than religious, I strongly believe God has a plan for my life and that the things that happen to me are all part of his master design. I may not understand certain things at the time and I may even try to fight what I know I must do. However, I eventually accept that there is a reason for everything and it will be revealed when the time is right. It always is. Hindsight is 20/20.

In most cases, it’s hard to conceive how the loss of a child would be part of God’s plan for anyone’s life. It just doesn’t sit right with me that the opposite could be true in my friend’s case.

Sorry to end the week on such a heavy note. Next week, I’ll have much lighter commetary and videos from the THREE concerts I have or will attend this week.

Meanwhile, visit Butta’s spot for the story (and pics) of how we encountered Jilly from Philly just chilling out like common folk at the New Years Day Eric Roberson concert! I think we’re still buzzing from that one!