"I had managed to keep my composure in the grocery store, and even when I was putting away my cart back to get my quarter back. But as I drove home, the tears came. I began the ugly cry."
"Tears-pouring-down-my-face, couldn't-talk-couldn't-breathe kind of laughing. Screaming laughing. So hard that I was sobbing because I couldn't get it together."
"Last night I couldn’t believe it when I looked up and realized that it was already 10 p.m. I couldn’t believe that I had wasted away the whole evening on my iPad and iPhone. I could have spent that time writing, studying God’s Word, and spending time with my husband."
"$7.44. That was the harsh number that stared back at me. My heart sank, my mind spun, and my emotions exploded with upset and frustration... I ranted, cursed, and berated myself to his open ear."
"I stood in a bathroom alone. I placed my hand on my very pregnant belly which housed our two babies, I smiled through puffy eyes and a broken heart, and I snapped a picture. I posted it on Facebook and said, 'Happy St. Patrick’s Day from the 3 of us.' I didn’t know where my husband was..."
