She’s the teacher who is instructing children all day. She’s nurturing them. She’s cleaning up their messes. She’s helping wash hands and hearts. And she’s the woman who’s having a miscarriage.
She’s the business professional who looks put together with styled hair and perfectly applied lipstick. She’s leading meetings. She’s writing reports. She’s in charge of the office and her life. And she’s the woman who’s having a miscarriage.
She’s the lively coworker at the office party. She’s mingling. She’s laughing. She’s wearing the cute cocktail dress. She’s carrying herself with ease, appearing happy. And she’s the woman who’s having a miscarriage.
She’s the mom at the grocery store, wrangling a toddler in the cereal aisle. She’s speaking calmly, holding her tongue, appearing only slightly flustered. She’s doling out snacks, as quickly as she’s filling her cart up with more. And she’s the woman who’s having a miscarriage.
She’s the wife who is hosting a dinner party. She’s welcoming and serving and cleaning. She’s speaking to guests with genuine interest in what they have to say. She’s smiling. And she’s the woman who’s having a miscarriage.
She’s the waitress rushing between tables all day long. She’s providing service worthy of a generous tip. She’s friendly, righting wrong orders and apologizing profusely. And she’s the woman who’s having a miscarriage.
She’s the host of a Bible study. She’s reading Scripture verses and praying with conviction. She’s wrapping her arms around those with hurting hearts. And she’s the woman who’s having a miscarriage.
She’s the doctor. The lawyer. The cashier. The stylist. The bus driver. The manicurist. The mom with multiple kids. The piano teacher. The coach. The person sitting next to you in church. The person in line in front of you. The one who seems to have her life together.
The woman whose heart expands as her hope recedes. The one who’s carrying on with life as she carries the weight of loss.
She’s the woman who’s having a miscarriage. And she’s everywhere.
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