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How to Minister to Women Who've Lost a Child

On February 17, 2010, as the sun broke through the darkness of night outside of Cook Children’s Hospital, Justin and I held the lifeless body of our precious baby girl. After Charlotte Jane’s week-long fight for life, her little body had done all it could to survive, and she surrendered her last breath in our arms as we wept and cried out to God in worship.

While we’d known that Charlotte’s life would be full of challenges, telling her goodbye just after we’d met was overwhelming. I still remember walking out of the doors of the NICU that morning to see my dearest friend, Taber, sitting and waiting to embrace me and cry with me. She had no words to say that I remember, but she was there. She held me close. She knew that’s what I needed. Justin is incredible, and he was such a rock for me in that season, but there was something unique about having a fellow mom there by my side. She truly grieved with me.

The First Weeks of Grief

In the days that followed, there was a lot to be done: a funeral home to choose and meet with, a cemetery to choose, a memorial service to plan, two big sisters to tell that Charlotte was not coming home to our house, an obituary to write, clothes to pick out, pictures to print, balloons to order, music to choose, a grave to be dug, people to feed and the list goes on. All the while, I was still healing from giving birth just seven days prior.

There were obviously things that had to be done by Justin and me, but everything else was put on a list, and a team of women from our church banded together and conquered all of it. I am not typically one to ask for help, but in this case, it felt very natural to just let those around me take care of me. These women were not pushy, but they were assertive in asking how they could serve us. I never felt that asking them to do something was a burden. Taber was my point of contact and everyone knew to go through her when seeking out how to serve our family. This was incredibly helpful, so I didn’t feel obligated to return a million text messages.

Following the memorial service, food kept coming for at least two weeks. This gave us a good opportunity to just “be” as a family and begin to grieve and heal. We didn’t just get dinner every night. Ladies brought some of our favorite breakfast foods and things that were easy to reheat.

This blessed me greatly because it was especially hard to get going in the mornings and food was the last thing on my mind, yet I had little loves who were hungry. One friend brought a huge bag of Costco snacks for us. I still remind her what a treasure that was. Absolutely nothing in me wanted to be standing in a grocery store with a million snack options and trying to make a reasonable decision; the Costco bag served us well!

Some other wise friends brought a Chick-fil-a party tray that lasted us several days for lunch. Others simply left coffee or special treats on the doorstep. These are just a few of the practical ways I felt incredibly loved and equipped to keep putting one foot in front of the other in those early weeks.

Precious Gifts

Another HUGE gift was ladies whisking away my big girls for a few hours here and there to allow me the chance to cry, sleep, write, read, pray or do absolutely nothing. Often they would just say, “I’m coming to get the girls at 10:00,” so I didn’t have to make any decisions or wonder if they were just offering to be nice. I don’t remember who it was, but one friend told me very clearly, “Please don’t write us thank you notes.” As much as I wanted to put into words my thanks, that was incredibly freeing! I had permission to just take care of me and to love my family. I needed that spelled out for me.

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Angela is wife to Justin and has the blessing of homeschooling her three precious little ladies. While her home is her primary place of ministry, she also serves as a tutor for her local Classical Conversations community, she is on the alumnae council for Phi Lamb at Texas A&M, and she loves spending time with her friends and neighbors. She also enjoys writing and sharing her story whenever the opportunity arises, and recently she has revived her blog to share her life as a means of encouragement. While Angela's life has been marked by loss, hope has been greater, and Jesus has shown himself faithful through her trials.