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Grandmother Mountain
I think it’s impossible to live in Calgary and not love the Rocky Mountains. I see them, blue in the distance, whenever I look west. I’ve camped and hiked and cycled in them all my life. There is awe in the size and strength of rocky peaks, wonder in glimpses of wildlife on the meadows, comfort in the gurgling of mountain streams….
God
One of the very hard things about my first miscarriage was that it felt like God had withdrawn himself from me. I wrote in my journal about one night when I cried, “but not over the baby. I cried for loneliness and confusion. I cried because I prayed for peace and it did not come. I cried because I could not feel confident that peace would ever come.”
Between 2005 and 2008, I lost four tiny babies to miscarriage. In an effort to help others who may be experiencing similar losses, I want to share the story of that journey. If you click on the title above, and then follow the “Next in Miscarriage Journey” links at the bottom of each post, you can read through my story sequentially.