This past weekend was one of the toughest of our lives. With moderate miscarriage complications, we rushed Katy to the hospital. She ended up having a surgical procedure called a “D&C". (I'll let you look that up on google. Not fun.) It was tough, but it is finished.

On a recent personal prayer retreat I (Blake), I had an opportunity to walk through an art instillation designed to meditate on the "Final Three Hours" of Jesus' life, focusing on the scripture. It was an important moment for me in dealing with this situation. As I came to the second station, I meditated on Jesus' words, "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" Jesus questioned God as we do at times. Yet, He asked for a drink. I’m not basing my theology on this, but His words reminded me. While I question God, I am the one who thirsts. I am weak. He is not. On my own, I am incomplete. He is complete. I spent a while meditation on this, asking God why He didn’t save our Zoe.

The final station in the installation focused on Jesus’ final words on the cross. “Father, into your hands I commit my spirit.” It was a perfect follow-up to my questions. Although I will never understand why things like this happen, at the end of the day I will always commit my life and my family to God. He is complete, He is good, and He is truth.

I want to thank you all for your prayers during this time. We are so humbled by how our friends and family stepped up spiritually and practically. We want to specifically thank Janice, Ellie, Des, Judith, Maddie, Dan, and Deb for all they did in our moment of emergency.