We visited the American Girl store this week with our two daughters. Claire was enchanted by all the miniature replicas of historical objects, much like I was as a child. I’ll try not to be too pushy, but I sure hope the girls learn to love those books and the corresponding accessories as much as I did!
My only previous visit to an American Girl store was when my husband took me to New York City during our spring break in 2009. I had just experienced the heartbreak of miscarriage and the trip was a distraction and a relief after a month of grieving. On that earlier occasion I had no way of knowing that my grief would not last much longer. In fact, after experiencing a miscarriage in February, I would give birth to our first daughter in December of that same year.
Visiting that store signified a happy reversal of fortune and offered me a moment of humble thankfulness. The words of Psalm 30 sprang to mind, reminding me that “weeping may remain for a night, but rejoicing comes in the morning.”
My experience, however, provides no guarantee or promise for anyone else struggling with the longing for children or the disappointment of miscarriage. I don’t pretend that it does.
All I know is that I have put my faith in the author of life, and I know that “in all things He works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to His purpose” (Romans 8:28). There is a happy ending to every story that He is writing. I know enough about literature to know that there are a lot of ways to write a happy ending. Sometimes the happy ending is the long anticipated reversal of fortune–the longed for pregnancy, the romantic reunion; sometimes the happy ending is an unexpected twist which leaves the protagonist with a peace and contentment that doesn’t make any earthly sense (like that “peace of God, which transcends all understanding” described in Phillipians 4:7). The author of life is a creator who can make beauty rise from ashes, life spring from death, perseverance grow out of persecution, and happiness supplant sorrow.
I know that the night won’t last forever. Joy is coming. Look forward to the happy ending being written by the author of life.