The day I found out I was expecting twins was the same day I found out they had both died. Later that same year, pregnant again and nervous, the doctor said the words every mother fears: “There’s no heartbeat.” When the doctor left the room, my husband put his arms around me and I buried
I feigned interest in a bag of frozen broccoli so no one would see me cry. I studied the list of ingredients (spoiler: it’s just broccoli) until my icy fingers numbed and my vision blurred. I knew I couldn’t stand there forever. Surely other shoppers would take notice of the unstable woman emotionally invested in
“What we have been through has been horrible, something I wouldn’t wish on anyone, but what I can also say, is that it has shown us what it means to believe that God will redeem everything, that this life is not where we place our hope. This isn’t the end of the story.” Josh Tisdale
