“As I stood over her and spent those last few minutes with her, blood was cascading down my legs and onto the floor. I didn't care - my womb was crying. Everything about me was crying. Watching them wheel her away broke me. My life ended then and there."
Society is bombarding our kids with these messages anyway, so I’d rather them learn the Christ-centered truth from me than the culturally skewed perspective from peers and the media.
"I was holding a newborn, the symbol of all that is fresh and new and pure, and still I was death-ruminating. It was embarrassing, and paralyzing, and made a lovely cocktail of dysfunction when mixed with the fresh sting of grief."
"Take your list and check off those attributes before you go pointing fingers at one another in the name of Jesus and being a better Christian than your neighbor.”
