A Money Move?

What they don't tell you about a miscarriage, first, is the physical pain. I can't understate the agony my abdomen endured. Think period cramps mixed with being shot mixed with the stomach flu mixed with childbirth. That's my best guess.

What they don't tell you, next, is the emotional pain. Of course there's the sadness of losing your precious baby and having all your hopes and dreams dashed to nothing but blood on the bathroom floor, but there are other parts I wasn't prepared for. Most notably, the fact that you have to walk into a women's clinic for the ultrasound that will confirm the end of your pregnancy. You will have to stand with pregnant women in the elevator. You will have to sit in the waiting room next to newborns in strollers. You will not only be reminded that everything you dreamed of is not going to happen -- but those dreams are coming true for every person around you.

And finally, what they don't tell you, is the financial toll. Don't get me wrong -- God has blessed us beyond measure. We are abundantly grateful for the generosity of our church family, friends, relatives, and even strangers who have so graciously gifted us with meals, bills paid, and expenses covered in the past five months.

Even still, the operation bills began flooding in, and they haven't stopped yet. I'm not sure when they will. Insurance is a blessing, but it certainly didn't cover everything, and we're looking for ways to beef up the bank account. Joe and I spent one particularly dreary Monday night researching side hustles, only to go to bed discouraged by fruitless efforts.

We trust God. We know he will provide. We know moments of financial strain, no matter how light, remind us that He is faithful to meet our every need. And nonetheless, we believe work is Biblical. We seek to set ourselves up to be a one-income family if the Lord wills children for us. So we're going to see what happens with some writing -- every little bit helps :) 

This is not goodbye, but rather, a see you later... on a different domain. Wordpress provides opportunities to monetize your blog by subscribers, ads, and product sales. I'm not asking anyone to buy anything. Just seeing if maybe the work God is doing might reach the lives of some readers who are also walking in grief, and maybe someone might feel so inclined to subscribe.

I could never delete the blogspot.com. Far too many memories stretching back beyond college days! But I am going to begin transferring some of my more recent stories over, and I'll largely write with Wordpress from now on. I'm thankful for the processing that has happened here, in this hallowed ground, of blogspot.com. 

Visit my site on Wordpress if you'd like: https://houseontherock.blog/

And thanks for all the love. To God be the glory!


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