Something significant in me snapped when I miscarried; that something hadn't unsnapped yet. It hadn't been put back together, and I was afraid it never would. I knew Jesus was with me, but my insides twirled threatening to take me down from the inside out. I knew He was with me, giving me permission to be in the broken parts of my story...

This Undeserved Life: Uncovering The Gifts of Grief and The Fullness of Life