This is what love is supposed to feel like.
I think that, at the end of the day, none of us have the answers but we are all desperately attempting to put the pieces together, to finish the puzzle so we can take pride in our work.
Today we tell our young women to be strong, independent and to trust their own voices. But in this moment I’d lost my voice to someone else.
I’ve never been one to fit the stereotypes.
The church can be extremely judgemental, lacks education on a series of issues, and likes to live in denial.
Women need to be equipped to help those suffering miscarriage. Prior to experiencing this loss, I had believed many lies regarding it. And as I speak with women around me I see evidence that I’m not the only one.
All I want to be is a person who is joyous, who finds hope in the brokenness and light in the dark. I just want to fill and be filled, to bless other people as I have been blessed.