Inheritance of Tears: Trusting the Lord of Life When Death Visits the Womb

Jasmine Holmes | August 31, 2015

In the spring of 2008, while my husband, Richard, was attending seminary in Louisville, Kentucky, I discovered I was pregnant with our first baby. While he was gone for the day, I painstakingly planned how I would reveal the wonderful news. That evening, we enjoyed a delicious dinner, followed by a cake iced in baby blue and pink. We then sat down to a favorite Jimmy Stewart movie in which his character’s wife also plans a special announcement.

As I cracked open Jessalyn Hutto’s small book, Inheritance of Tears: Trusting the Lord of Life When Death Visits the Womb, these words brought a surge of grief. Not only did I know what was coming intellectually—this is, after all, a book dealing with miscarriage—but I also know personally the sharp 180-degree turn from joy to heartbreak.

Like Hutto, when I went for an early ultrasound “the baby’s tiny form was there, but the reassuring sound of a heartbeat was missing.” A little over halfway through the first trimester my baby’s heart had stopped beating; two weeks later, I joined the ranks of so many who have experienced the pain of miscarriage.

Something Is Not Right

So many feelings beleaguered me in the days and…

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