When I brought my firstborn home from the hospital, I taped a poster next to the changing table that had visual instructions of how to change a diaper, how to give a bath, how to take care of the umbilical cord. For the next few weeks, every single time I had to do one of those things I would study that poster as if it held the secrets of the universe. When my firstborn was a few months old, he stubbed his toe, jumping in a jumping chair. I bawled my eyes out. I was devastated by his little injury. … Continue reading God’s Grace Carried Me Through the Loss of My Son