When I lost my first daughter, the story of David and Bathsheba came to my mind. It’s one of the few actual pregnancy/infant loss stories that came readily to my mind. There are a lot of infertility stories, but not so much pregnancy loss stories in the Bible. Of course, this isn’t always the greatest one to think about since this particular pregnancy loss was due to the sins David committed.
But there was something comforting in this story. It starts after Nathan had revealed that his son was going to die. In 2 Samuel 12:15-21 it says,
“After Nathan had gone home, the Lord struck the child that Uriah’s wife had borne to David, and he became ill. David pleaded with God for the child. He fasted and spent the nights lying in sackcloth on the ground. The elders of his household stood beside him to get him up from the ground, but he refused, and he would not eat any food with them.
On the seventh day, the child died. David’s attendants were afraid to tell him that the child was dead, for they thought, “While the child was still living, he wouldn’t listen to us when we spoke to him. How can we now tell him the child is dead? He may do something desperate.”
David noticed that his attendants were whispering among themselves, and he realized the child was dead. “Is the child dead?” he asked.
“Yes,” they replied, “he is dead.”
Then David got up from the ground. After he had washed, put on lotions and changed his clothes, he went into the house of the Lord and worshiped. Then he went to his own house, and at his request, they served him food, and he ate.”
His attendants were confused, and when they asked him about his change in behavior he says,
“While the child was still alive, I fasted and wept. I thought, ‘Who knows? The Lord may be gracious to me and let the child live.’ But now that he is dead, why should I go on fasting? Can I bring him back again? I will go to him, but he will not return to me.”
Even though he was being separated from his child, he knew that it was not forever. With this week being the anniversary of my second daughter’s passing, this is a wonderful reminder. My separation from her is not forever. I will see her and her sister again one day. And that is what is comforting me this week.