Seven year ago when I experienced my first miscarriage in October, the holidays suddenly lost their glamor. As we continued along that journey of loss, the Christmases that followed especially served up extra reminders of my pain. No children to take to the Christmas Eve service. No children awake at first light Christmas Day to... Continue Reading →
Always Good
I try not to compare my story to other people’s, because I know that doesn’t lead to a heart of contentment. Sometimes though, it feels like I can’t help it. Like when I run into an old acquaintance who’s been married just a few years and already has more living children than I do… or... Continue Reading →