We are pregnant! We were pregnant. And then we were not. For the second time in only three months, I have miscarried another baby. Please God it’s not fair to fill your heaven with our little babies. You already have one. Did you have to take another? I am numb. I am scared. I am
Thanks for bearing with me as I wind down an intense period at work. I am counting down the hours until 5pm Friday! I am exhausted, sleep-deprived and desperately in need of a vacation. I want to introduce you to my friend Amy who blogs at The Bloom-Print Project. She has sent me the most
I am still very bitter and very sad about my relationship with God. Honestly, when I think of God, he makes me cry. I don’t know whether I’m crying because I feel he’s a bad father, or whether I’m crying because I know I’m a petulant little child who’s upset that I haven’t gotten my
Up until recently, my faith in God was unshakable. If you had asked me then why I was religious and why I believe, I always said the same thing: When I ask, God listens. So when the doctor told us the baby wasn’t growing and the pregnancy would not continue, I begged God to listen.
I’ll never forget this year’s Mothers Day. I can’t imagine a year will go by, from now on, without me remembering it was the day I lost my miracle baby. My Miracle Baby After years of trying and struggling, Dean and I conceived our baby completely naturally. No thanks to science and all the specialists,