At the moment of my weakness, the Spirit speaks courage to my spirit. Jesus whispers, “You can do it” to my heart.

The glory to come must be some kind of wonderful it if makes the pain of child loss so small there’s no comparison. Will I trust Him?

Because I am His child. when I’m hurting, God does not run away or turn a blind eye or a deaf ear-He meets me there.

God reached down and raised me up from the depths of despair. He dragged me out of the pit of sorrow.

Your story matters. It’s being written to be shared as a testimony to God’s goodness, His faithful love and His enabling grace.