Right now I'm sitting in bed. It's totally quiet and it's 3:45 in the afternoon. My Mom is watching the boys at her house. Today is my "healing day" even though I'm sure it'll take more than just one day for me to heal. This weekend we found out that the little bundle I was carrying inside me stopped developing around eight weeks. My precious baby is now with Jesus.
Even though I don't understand why, I know that God is in control and His grace is sufficient. There is none like Him.