Salt in the Open Wound

Today, I went to Hobby Lobby to do some last-minute Christmas shopping.  I was looking for a picture frame, and as I walked down the aisle, I saw the worst thing I could possibly see.  In every frame were pictures of laughing, happy couples with babies.  Smiling faces of beautiful babies with people that love them and cherish them.  People that easily could have been us.  And in every face, I tried to picture that was my wife and I holding that baby, but I couldn’t, because it isn’t.  I almost broke down in tears right there on the frame aisle.

Deciding that I couldn’t endure anymore of that, I went to a different section of the store.  Almost on every other aisle, there was a little baby, sitting in a shopping cart, big eyes looking at all of the new and wonderful things on the shelves.  Section after section, I walked the entire store, and little babies were in every single one.  It felt like repeatedly being punched in the gut.  Like I was in a circle of bad guys, and as one punched me, I would fly across the circle, where I would immediately be punched again and fly across the circle to repeat this process over and over.

I hurriedly made my way to check out and got out of the store as quickly as possible.  I guess it wasn’t enough that He took our baby away, now He has to throw it in my face as well?!