Throughout this group, I have had to remind myself that every group is different. I can’t expect this group to be like the last one. Each one has its own personality and what work with one group might not work with the next.
We actually moved this session up several days so that we could finish before everything got crazy with Christmas. I also was headed out of town yet again. I feel like I have neglected this group with my crazy travel schedule. However, God has been faithful and everything has gone really well.
We’ve been meeting in our church which has been convenient since they provide childcare, but it hasn’t been the cosiest of all environments. I was able to talk to the counseling center at our church and they allowed me to hold this meeting in one of the counseling rooms. It was a smaller room with couches and chairs and gave the evening a nice feel.
I began by making sure that no one had any questions from the member book. Once those few questions were addressed we jumped right in to allowing each woman an opportunity to read their letter to their child. This is a very sweet time but also emotional. You want to make sure that you have Kleenex for everyone. Each woman read their letter and shared the name they had chosen for their child.
Again with this session, I felt that God was asking me to do something a little different and someting that I wasn’t comfortable with using. However, I know how important it is to be obedient, so I went prepared. I did keep telling myself that I would only use it if I was absolutely, 100%, without a shadow of a doubt sure. What was my cunundrum about? Using a baby doll in the memorial service.
As the women were talking with each other about what God had shown them, one of the ladies said that she felt like she could see her baby’s face, but couldn’t hold him. She just couldn’t bring herself to do it. I sat there and prayed wondering if this was the time to pull the doll that I had in a bag out. Somehow I just knew it was the right thing to do.
The rest of the time was very special and emotional. Each woman wanted to hold the doll. Eventually, the tone became lighter and the tears became joyful. Words of encouragement were shared between all the ladies, and eventually the room was filled with laughter.
God is so good!