I called my friend Amy from a bookstore as I stood before a row of beautiful journals. She answered the phone, and I sobbed, “I’ll never know my child’s favorite color.” I stood there weeping as I realized yet another aspect of my child that I would never know. During...
Mother’s Day comes again. For many this day simply connotes a celebration – a precious card from the kiddos, a chaotic meal at an over-crowded restaurant, and tight squeezes from your little cuties (and maybe not so tight from those rebellious teenagers as you try to...
The brutal sting came on December 8. For four days I knew the sting might come, but I fought with prayer and bedrest. Chad fought with prayer and fasting. “Please, please, please Jesus help our child survive this pregnancy.” But on December 8, the call came. “Leslie,...