The Loss Of A Baby
Sermon shared by David Rigg
Summary: Here's a sermon I preached after I lost a grandchild through miscarriage. It can be tailored to fit your situation. It also would be a good sermon against abortion.
Audience: General adults
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The Lost Of A Baby
13For You formed my inward parts;
You covered me in my mother's womb.
14I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
Marvelous are Your works,
And that my soul knows very well.
15My frame was not hidden from You,
When I was made in secret,
And skillfully wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
16Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed.
And in Your book they all were written,
The days fashioned for me,
When as yet there were none of them.
17How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God!
How great is the sum of them!
18If I should count them, they would be more in number than the sand;
When I awake, I am still with You.
Approximately 6 weeks ago, Pat and I got some good news.
We were told that Jeremy and Tara were going to have a baby.
I was thrilled!
This would be my 11th grandchild!
My first thought was,
"Maybe I'll get another grandson to carry on the family name!"
Then I thought about the love I have for my granddaughters,
so I decided another granddaughter would be O.K., too.
They new grand baby would arrive sometime around Thanksgiving
I wanted to tell everybody, but Jeremy and Tara asked us to wait.
Two weeks ago,
they gave us the go ahead to tell about the pregnancy.
So I announced it here in church.
I posted it on Facebook that I was going to be a grandpa again.
I was anxious to see and hold that new grandchild.
Back in early May, Tara began to "spot".
I wasn't too concerned because Pat did that
when she was carrying our son Jeremy.
The bleeding intensified on May 11th...
And Jeremy took Tara to the hospital.
They checked her out and sent her home.
Last Sunday evening, on Mother's Day, Tara had a miscarriage.
I got up Monday morning and had no desire to do anything.
I spent most of the day sitting in my chair in the living room.
There were times when a tear would come to my eyes.
I told Pat that I couldn't understand how I felt.
It's clear that I was experiencing grief.
But it was far different from how I felt when Mom and Dad died.
Pat said maybe it's because my Mom and Dad had lived full lives.
This baby never got the chance!
I still can't explain how I felt.
I just know that I had never grieved like I am for that little baby.
Pat said that our grandchild has 2 great grandmas in heaven...
to help take care of it.
Times like these cause us to ask, "Why little babies die?"
At times like this we look for meaning.
This thought has brought a great deal of comfort to me this week.
I wonder if an angel in heaven opened the Book of Life
and seeing my grandchild's name printed within, said
"This one is too beautiful to see the ugliness of this world.
It shall go home to Heaven right away."
At times like this our faith is tested.
The soundness of our theology, our understanding of God,
is put to the test.
Is our love of God deep enough to endure?
We want to make sense of such suffering.
Why does a sovereign and loving God
allow such pain to continue in this world?
Though I have searched in the Bible,
I have not found anything
that will cure the heartache of such a loss.
When we are in the valley of the shadow of death,
we must walk through
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