The past 24 hours have been awful. Yesterday I called my personal assistant and had her clear my calendar. My wife and I went to the hospital where we learned that our worst fears were realized and that almost 10 weeks into our pregnancy our child was dead.

When we first learned we were pregnant 2 ½ months ago we were a little slow warming up to the idea of five children. As we prayed and processed we found ourselves gaining excitement and enthusiasm for the addition of this new Bjorlo baby. We had picked out names and began dreaming dreams and making plans.

Last night we decided that we would celebrate the goodness of God with our kids in the midst of our grief. It was one of the best decisions we have ever made. I grilled HUGE porterhouse steaks and we had baked potatoes with all the fixings. We sat around the table and processed how good God is in spite of our pain. It was great for the kids and really was good for us as parents.

After the children went to bed it happened…Elizabeth miscarried. It took about 90 minutes and it was harder and more uncomfortable than we had imagined it would be. We we’re also surprised by how large the baby already was.

Please keep us in prayer as we walk through this difficult time. But also join us in remembering God is good in the midst of our grief.