A friend passed this email along to me not long ago. She had a friend who lost their baby at 21 weeks, and these are a few of her reflections. I was moved, so I thought I would share...

"I don't even know how to answer the question of how I'm doing anymore. God is good and I long to be with him. This world is hard and I know he is drawing me near to him. Sometimes I resent that. I just want life to be fun, I think of myself as a fun loving person. However, I also recognize that when things are 'good'or 'easy' (which has been most of my 33 years) how far away from him I grow.Theologically, I don't believe God has caused all these things in my life or that he is testing me, but his glory will be had in all things in my life, the good and the bad. I am his, my marriage is his, my family is his. Satan, no matter how he chooses to rear his ugly head in my life, has no place in my life because it is that. Life. Satan is death. I am in a constant battle of taking my thoughts captive. Sometimes I win and sometimes I don't.

I do feel like we are doing well, all things considered. You would be surprised with how you would be able to handle situations thrown at you, especially as a wife and mom. You do what you have to do, you don't have any other choice. When we had Isaac I remember my doctor saying to Mike and I, "You sure are taking allof this really well." It made me laugh because I don't really know what the expectation was, but I'm forced to deal with anything that happens in my life, good or bad. The only choice I do have is how I handle it. Do I fall apart sometimes? Absolutely, more than I'd like. It's what I do after I fall apart that I think counts."