It was only two days after Mabel’s funeral service when I went to church for the first time in a long time. I felt so raw, like the whole world could see my pain. As if my skin had been removed and I was just this exposed heart walking around, feeling the wind like someone was punching me, the sun like I was in scalding water. Every sensory ability I had was on complete overdrive.
We arrived late (on purpose) so that we could slip in without small talk. This was a very small church so there wasn’t really any “slipping in”, but gentle smiles from the pastor and his wife from the middle school auditorium stage showed us quiet acknowledgment of our arrival, along with a slight twinge of pain behind the smiles.
They had already begun singing and I felt like the whole world was staring at me. Of course no one was, but the sensory overload I was experiencing was unmatched.
You see, I hadn’t been leaving the house. At all. It had only been 12 days since she died, 10 since she was born asleep and I had only left twice. For her funeral and for this church. A brand new church. We only had met the pastor and his wife once – and that was at her funeral, 2 days earlier. I remember thinking that 10 days after the birth of all my other babies I was still in healing mode too, but this time no one asked me how my body was doing, how the healing was. I guess if you don’t have a baby in arms everyone forgets that your body still gave birth and still needs to heal and still has milk come in and still thinks there’s a baby to care for.
But I somehow heard God saying “Go.” and somehow I listened and so I showed up at that small church with no idea that I was about to be undone.
They were singing songs as I stared at the floor, willing it to swallow me whole until they started singing “He Gives and Takes Away“.
I looked up and slowly started mouthing the words, no idea what had come over me just yet, and by the time we got to the chorus I was clutching my stomach and weeping. But it wasn’t desperation I felt this time. It was release. I started to feel the relief of letting out so much pain at once…but it wasn’t over yet.
The next song “It Is Well With My Soul” began and in an instant I knew it would be the end of me and the beginning of something else.
Allow me to gently tell you how it felt…it felt like He had given and taken away and now I could be made new. It could be well. It was the first moment I turned towards Him, with that proverbial mustard seed size faith and chose that path instead of the darkness that threatened me so intensely. It had been the longest 12 days of isolation and aloneness as I felt I could never forgive God for allowing all this. And in one quiet song I was letting that go, with no idea where I’d go next but at least the feeling that I wasn’t alone anymore.
I still have no idea how I had the strength to show up there at that church or to even sing or to even release and let go instead of run out in bitterness and anger. It was, without a doubt, a miracle.
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This month my friend Lisa Leonard asked if she could send me something from her new Faith Collection of jewelry that is at Dayspring. They are each stunning and bear moving phrases and ideas. But it was not hard for me to choose my favorite.
The Well With My Soul Necklace is not only something of a quiet whispering life-song for me, it’s also exactly my style and flavor of jewelry. I have worn it nearly every single day since it arrived. It is one of her larger pieces and it’s good for holding and rolling in your fingers and praying and thinking. But I imagine all her jewelry is like that, because each piece is so special.
Right now you can get 15% off anything in the Lisa Leonard Faith Collection at Dayspring with the code LLD15 and that code is good through 9/15. Yay!
With that discount the Well With My Soul Necklace is over $5 off — and if you combine that with the By Grace Alone Necklace
that is currently $10 off (!!) already, and with the discount that By Grace Alone Necklace is only just over $22, so your total for both necklaces would be around $52 and you’d get the free (orders over $50) shipping! Perfect for Christmas gifts for yourself or a couple friends (get shopping done early!), and a fun way to have some Lisa Leonard in your jewelry box at a steal.
Thank you, friends, for always listening to my Mabel stories. I wanted to let you know I’ve added some new buttons on the sidebar to to the right, to direct you to certain posts and topics that mean a lot to me. I’m still working on gathering the links for each of them, but Our Mabel Story is complete (wow…to say that!) if you’ve never read all about her and would like to know more.



















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Oh, Ari…I started to fall apart when I saw the songs that were sung. It’s AMAZING how those songs could be chosen just for us, huh?! There are some Sundays when I am in a low place and boom, the worship begins and I’m undone… I am so glad there were a balm to you that day and that you allowed them to begin a healing process! Love you!!!
I know, the church folks didn’t know we would be there or anything, yet it was as if the songs were chosen just for me (which probably other people felt, too!). I’m grateful for you, friend!
I feel like I could bend over and weep with you from this. Oh, woman. I love you.
I love hearing your heart, Arianne. God at work, even in this. Beautiful.
I remember certain songs, scriptures, sermons that undid me after losing Abigail. But as quickly as they did, He showed me many things in those messages and made me new.
Much love, and I will always read/listen to your Mabel stories.
Jen
@jenchic
Thank you for listening, Jen. xoxo
Oh Ari. This gets me deep. I love your journey. Thank you for sharing yourself with us.
Oh Ari <3
That felt like reading a piece of your heart, thank you for being willing to share it with us. You’re a beautiful soul.
Hello Ari,
I dont know you, and I dont know the rest of the story behind Mabel. I think this is the very first time I have been to your blog here. I just found you via facebook and clicked over to read. But this post brought tears to my eyes. I want to give you a big hug! How brave of you. And how wonderful that you listened to that small voice of God nudging you to go to church even though no one would blame you for staying home and grieving!
But isnt it wonderful how God is so so good to us all the time. Even in the bad times. He wraps his arms around us in ways we never knew he could… Even through a worship song, with a specific line that strikes us.
Its actually interesting… I sing on the worship team at my church. And this Sunday I was just saying to the congregation that Worship is not JUST for God. We dont sing or worship to remind God who He is. He knows who He is! We worship to remind US who he is, what he did/does for us, and who we are and what we have IN Him!
Reading this reminded me again of that.
Much love & hugs to you friend,
~Maria-Isabel
Ahhh, Ari. This one touches a nerve. My whole soul quivers with knowing. That is a holy moment, is it not? When God breaks through and does in us what cannot be done? As you say, it is a miracle. I have known my own miracle of the soul, a healing so profound I felt it with every cell in my being.
This is beautiful, friend. You are beautiful.
Oh Ari. Your story grabs my heart and shakes it all up, complete with gasps and tears.
You are a gorgeous soul.
Sending you this hug from across the miles …. Fingers hovering over the keyboard, wanting to type more, but I think really, that is enough for now. I’m thinking of you and touched by these words.
I love all your Mabel stories and I love you and all the ways you live faith in the hardest of the hard times. Stunning post. Really stunning.
Beautiful post. I have walked that exact path….back to a church sanctuary post-stillbirth. I wrote about it here: http://www.thewriterchic.com/2009/06/sundays-church-update-epic-fail.html, and here: http://www.thewriterchic.com/2009/06/redemption.html. I’d love it if you’d pop over to read. 3 years after Duncan’s birth, so many see me at the mother of 3, when there is a 4th missing. Any time I can share part of his story means the world. I know you’ll get that. Lisa has done a piece for me after the birth of all my children; you’re right. Each is perfect for playing with, praying with, etc. Thank you for sharing this post today.
Ugh, crying alone in my room about this one. Oh, the cost sometimes of leaning in to Jesus. Thanks for writing from the other side.