This week marks what would have been the 26th birthday of our first child. He was an untimely birth, an infant who never saw light. (Job 3:16 Or as an hidden untimely birth I had not been; as infants which never saw light.) We really don't know if he was a "he" but we have always referred to him that way. We had been married for almost six months when we miscarried between 6-8 weeks. In the following years, we lost 9 more children to untimely births. Our youngest child would be six.
We have had the blessing of parenting six adopted children and I don't think I could love a biological child more than I love each and every one of our adopted kids.
But I still don't understand. I have accepted God's wisdom. But I don't understand.