Comfort and Joy

Comfort and Joy

We put up the Christmas tree this week. Not the ornaments yet, just the tree. (Disclaimer: that was as I started writing. By the time I had wrapped up this post, at the insistence of small children, the tree is fully decorated). We usually wait until after...
Grief: Praying Bitter

Grief: Praying Bitter

My husband walked in to find me sitting in the bathroom holding my knees as tightly as I could trying not to let the wracking sobs escape. I was broken mentally because I was broken physically. Others all around me had become pregnant and delivered children but here I...