Two friends had miscarriages this weekend. My heart hurts for them. It wasn’t the first time for either of them. Jesus, hold them close and bless their wombs again soon. I’ve been writing out my own story of loss (well, copying it from my journal) here on the blog. It’s been good. Hard, but good. Praying God will use it to touch someone in a special way. Here’s Part 1 and Part 2, and we’ll …

I’ve shared this story (read part 1 here) in bits and pieces over the years, and I’ll admit, it often makes me feel guilty, because it’s “nothing compared to what so many other people have been through.” I didn’t lose a child who was already born. I wasn’t pregnant for weeks or months before losing my baby. I never felt my baby move. I knew I was pregnant for less than a week. I didn’t …

It’s been fun looking back through old journals and finding silly things to share (and make fun of). Fun until I got to 2005, and a wave of sad memories hit me as I read. It really caught me by surprise. I haven’t thought a lot about that part of my life in quite awhile. I didn’t know the remembering would hurt like that. In the scheme of things, it wasn’t so bad. Looking back, …