Kas just arrived in her new home country a little over a year ago. Her husband had been in this country for the past several years, trying to earn enough money to get his wife and their 13-year-old daughter here so they could finally be together again after years of separation. One afternoon, I got a call to come over because Kas was in labor with their second child. I rushed over to see Kas and pray for her before she headed to the hospital.
A few days later, I received another call, “Come now! Kas is home from the hospital. Her baby died.” This was not the news I was expecting.
We immediately went to her house. When we walked in, and Kas saw us, she immediately cried out and wept. It is a sound I will not soon forget, a sound of deep sorrow and grief. We went to her and held her. We sat with our friend in her pain and wept together for a long time.
In this moment, I was, of course, very sad, yet another feeling overwhelmed me: anger. I was mad, and I found myself asking the Father: “Why did this have to happen? Didn’t you hear all our prayers? Doesn’t she already have enough hardship? This is not how this is supposed to be… “
I couldn’t and still can’t understand why this happened. As we sat there, I was reminded of the very broken world we live in. Yet I was also reminded that in the midst of all the brokenness- God, in His kindness, made a way for new life for all of us. I was also reminded that God is near to the brokenhearted. While He used us to be beacons of comfort in this moment, He is the true source of lasting comfort.
Join us in prayer:
- Pray that the Rohingya will experience the comfort of the Lord in the midst of their deep pains and sorrows.
- Pray for new life in Christ to be birthed from these places of pain and death.