I had a blast from the past experience a few days ago. I follow John Piper’s Desiring God page on Facebook, and featured that morning was a video called “Miscarriage and Jesus.” It was a short, five minute clip of Christy Nockels speaking about her back-to-back miscarriages more than 10 years ago.
Watch it here:
In the video, I hope you caught the title of the song she mentioned – “Glory Baby.”
That’s my blast from the past. When the song first came out, I remember listening to it on the Watermark CD I owned. In fact, all these years later, I can still sing right along with the music. I honestly don’t know that I connected that song with miscarriage or with the loss of a newborn when I was younger. I can imagine I thought it was a sad, pretty song but would be surprised if I thought much more deeply than that.
Life changes things.
Now I’ve added it to my repertoire… My playlist, so-to-speak. It might be hard to understand, or maybe it’s not, but sometimes I just want to remember, no matter if remembering brings pain or not.
“Glory Baby” is a wonderful way to remember.
Glory Baby, you slipped away before we could say, “Baby.”
This opening line makes my heart hurt and rejoice a the same time. It hits so close to home for me when remembering Pepper… And yet this lyric reaffirms our babies’ lives. They were real. They existed. They just slipped away too soon.
Baby let sweet Jesus hold you ’til Mom and Dad can hold you. You’ll just have heaven before we do.
I was preparing to write this post when the grief came anew. For the first time, I imagined our three heaven-born babies as children instead of babies. And, for the first time, I imagined them together.
Why I had never thought of our babies in heaven together, I don’t know.
“Hey Babe?” I asked Chris with tears streaming, “do you think our babies know that they’re siblings?”
He reassured me, and for the first time I saw our family divided. There are as many of us there in heaven as there are here on earth. The realization broke me in half the way I felt our family has been broken.
I wonder what sweet Jesus has named them. I can’t wait to meet our Glory Babies and hold them, too.