Life Rewritten…

This has to be the hardest devotion I’ve ever written.  It’s one of those moments where you command your spirit man to rise up and praise the Lord…even from the depths of “when sorrows like sea billows roll,” and I have to say right now, things are not well with my soul.

I was 16 weeks pregnant this week, and at my appointment we learned that our sweet baby will not see this side of heaven.  If you want to read more about my journey and are prepared for the raw, uncut version, you can read about it here.  I’ll warn you though, it’s not profound, it’s not pretty, and it’s not full of wisdom and grace.

And right now, I have a lot of unanswered questions that I won’t understand til Jesus himself holds me in his lap and strokes my hair and tells me why He allows things like this to happen.

The past few days I honestly haven’t found much comfort hiding in the shadow of his wings, but what I have found comfort in, is Psalm 77.

My voice rises to God, and I will cry aloud;
My voice rises to God, and He will hear me.
In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord;
In the night my hand was stretched out without weariness;
My soul refused to be comforted.
When I remember God, then I am disturbed;
When I sigh, then my spirit grows faint.

You have held my eyelids open;
I am so troubled that I cannot speak.
I have considered the days of old,
The years of long ago.
I will remember my song in the night;
I will meditate with my heart,
And my spirit ponders:

Will the Lord reject forever?
And will He never be favorable again?
Has His lovingkindness ceased forever?
Has His promise come to an end forever?
Has God forgotten to be gracious,
Or has He in anger withdrawn His compassion?

Then I said, “It is my grief,
That the right hand of the Most High has changed.”

It’s not all that pretty either, but you know what it is for me?  Relatable.

And I’ve thought the past few days about how I’m not the only person in history to ever have felt deep grief…the kind where you ask the Lord…”Where the heck are you God?!”  And you wonder if He’s turned his back on you, and you can’t make sense of the junk that happens. But you know in your soul that He really hasn’t…because you know that’s not who He is even though it feels that way.

I’m digging deep here, and you know what the Lord is reminding me to remind all of us?  We’re not the only ones who have ever felt forsaken.

Now from the sixth hour darkness fell upon all the land until the ninth hour.  About the ninth hour Jesus cried out with a loud voice, saying, “ELI, ELI, LAMA SABACHTHANI?” that is, “MY GOD, MY GOD, WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME?” And Jesus cried out again with a loud voice, and yielded up His spirit.  And behold, the veil of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom; and the earth shook and the rocks were split.  …   Now the centurion, and those who were with him keeping guard over Jesus, when they saw the earthquake and the things that were happening, became very frightened and said, “Truly this was the Son of God!” – Matthew 27:45-54

In a couple of weeks we will pause and remember the moment that our Savior asked his Father the same question that David asked in Psalm 22, and that I have felt over the past few days.  “Why have you forsaken me?”  And somewhere in the deep, I find myself remembering that out of this darkness comes new life abundant.  It’s the story of the cross…and the story of redemption.

He brought His people out of Egypt.  He sent His son to live this human life and then die for us.  He even healed my 6 year old this week of a lifelong dairy allergy.  And He’s brought me out from the mire of this very same pain in the past.  He came, He fully lived this life, He felt forsaken, He died…and then HE ROSE….and rewrote the rest of the story.  So somewhere in there…I have to remember…we all HAVE to remember that He will rewrite the rest of our stories too.

I shall remember the deeds of the LORD;
Surely I will remember Your wonders of old.
I will meditate on all Your work
And muse on Your deeds.
Your way, O God, is holy;
What god is great like our God?
You are the God who works wonders;
You have made known Your strength among the peoples.
You have by Your power redeemed Your people. – Ps 77:11-15

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  • Christin

    You are so beautiful, Logan; even if you don’t “feel” it or think you are. I’m telling you you are. And I don’t lie. xo

    • Logan Wolfram

       love you sweet friend!

  • Jody Watkins

    I can’t fathom your grief, but my heart hurts for you and I will be lifting you up in prayer! Thank you for sharing, especially the raw and uncut truth!

    • Logan Wolfram

       There is something cathartic in being raw about the pain, and I think that it’s important for believers to know that God’s ok with our raw anger and grief.  He knows we feel it, and if my giving voice to it lets someone else know that letting it out is part of the healing process and helps them start the process themselves, then I feel that it’s worth being vulnerable.

  • Lisa Hamer

    So sorry about your loss.  It is a difficult thing to get through.  I, too, lost not one, but two babies.  And both times I found out at my four month check up.  It is sad and devastating.  But I can tell you from experience, that you will get through with the help of God.  I can even talk about it now without any pain or sadness.  I had to come to accept that God knew what was best and His will be done.  Remember He knows your pain and sorrow.  He has been there.  Sending prayers your way.

    • Logan Wolfram

       I do know I’ll get through it, but this 4th time has certainly left a deeper wound.  I will always remember my babies with sadness, but do take some comfort in knowing that they’re rocking in heaven on the lap of Jesus himself.  I do not believe that God did this, because it isn’t his character, but I do know that he will bring about redemption.  Thanks so much for your prayers.

  • Leah

    I have been through this.  God bless you and keep you. Sharing your feelings and thoughts – even ugly, uncomfortable, really honest ones – helps with the healing process.  God is big enough for our sorrows, our disappointments, and our questions.  Praying for you and your family.

    • Logan Wolfram

       Thanks so much Leah.

  • Anonymous

    Relatable.  Isn’t that what we all as bloggers are striving to be? and isn’t that why Christ came to earth as a man?  So he would be relatable…”a man of sorrows, acquainted with grief…” (somewhere in Isaiah, I think)  

    Thank you for this oh so necessary reminder today, Logan.

    • Logan Wolfram

       Reminding myself as I wrote it and read it again!  So so thankful our Savior “gets” what it is to be human.

  • Kristy Broussard

    Again, you leave me in awe and with an inspiration I did not know I was lacking.  Logan, your heart will be healed. You will know peace again.  Give yourself the same grace God gives. Allow yourself the process… and remember, He will always love you, always carry you, and always hear your cries to Him. 
    I love what Martha wrote on your blog. She has great insight and I believe it was a message from God for us all who have known this kind of loss… any loss, really.
    You are in my prayers, always.

    • Logan Wolfram

       thanks friend.  So appreciate your kind words, and I do know them to be true.

  • Debi Stangeland

    Logan, I am so sorry for your loss.  I have felt your pain too and it is not fun.  You know what you know about God and His healing and His desire to give you the best, but that doesn’t make it any easier.  May He sustain you in this time of deep sadness.  May His love envelope you like never before.  May He turn your mourning into dancing.  And may He cover you with joy! 

  • Jesszitta

    My heart is breaking for you. I just experienced this same thing last July. Psalms was my healing balm, giving voice to all my conflicting, unnamable emotions. I journaled through this experience and have begun posting those entries at if you care to read through one mother’s journey with grief, rawness, and questions unanswered. Remembering is spoken of frequently throughout Psalms, and on my hardest days, I had to write them down, just as the Isrealites did, so I could remember in my suffering. Thank you for sharing even this part of your story.