I called the priest at my new parish today. I told him about my losses and that I haven't been going to Mass and that I don't know what the point of it is anymore since I've prayed my butt off only to be disappointed time and again. He was very understanding and comforting. None of the "God's will" stuff that I've come to dread hearing ever again. I mentioned that there was no support group in the area for pregnancy loss and that I was thinking of starting one. He immediately said what a great idea that would be and offered up the parish center for a meeting place. How amazing! I didn't even have to ask. So many emotions flooded my senses, relief and joy and sheer anxiety over how I will ever pull this off.
The dead baby closet door is opening and I've stuck a toe out.
I'm still pretty angry with God, though, but it was nice talking to my priest and him being compassionate, so I think I will go to church this weekend. He is really a sweet heart, which is why we decided to join that parish. I'm glad I called.
He suggested having my first meeting mid-February to give it time in the bulletin for people to find out about it. I better get to work.
Tomorrow I get to sleep in, if the cats will let me.
6 years ago
4 comments:
That is so GREAT!
Enjoy sleeping in!
Wow, that is great news.
I've found that most of the clergy-types I've dealt with have not fed me the "God has a plan" line, rather, looked at the situation as unfairly and incredulously as I have. It's everyone else who tells me "God has a plan", which I find kinda funny.
SO glad you feel like hope is poking at you a little.
You should add the Followers option to your blog page, I'd love to follow it, we have a few things in common.
I added the Followers option for you. I apparently already had some followers. Thanks for suggesting it.
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