• I’m Natalie, and I am 1 in 4

    A special thank you to Natalie: for sharing her story of secondary infertility and encouraging others to speak up about their grief as well…because we never know who else might need our story.[A version of this story previously published to Natalie’s Instagram page] . . This is what I have learned: when life is hard, my words spill over with richness or they disappear, barren and dry. Feast or famine. But friend, we all know that life is both highs and lows, goodness and hardship. We aren’t fooling anyone through our filters and perfectly posed squares. There’s more to you and I than these photos of squishy babes, charming smiles,…

  • I’m Kristin, and I am 1 in 4

    Thank you to Kristin Soult for sharing these beautiful words and giving encouragement to those in the midst of their own grief and loss struggle. . . I’ll never forget the day we buried our child, right here in the mountains, right here in the wild. Grief hits like a wave and sinks down to my bones, I continue to release all the moans and the groans. I cry, “Abba, Father! Why do I keep bleeding? This isn’t fair and you’re the One we’ll be needing! It feels like you’re far, why aren’t you here?” His voice like a whisper, “Come close, I am near… I’m the Lion of Judah…

  • I’m Aneece, & I am 1 in 4

    A special thank you to Aneece for sharing her story of loss and hope without fret. . . “Where’s Sweetie?” That was the question we were asking several times a day. Sweetie was my toddler daughter’s soft, pale yellow and white giraffe she had since she was a newborn. She had three other giraffes, all with names, but Sweetie was her favorite. We couldn’t remember when we saw Sweetie last or where. We searched the house and vehicles several times. No Sweetie. We moved onto family members’ homes. Still, no Sweetie. I had become very much like the woman with the missing coin. I was not going to give up…