What I was confronted with was 3 miscarriages. I did everything right. But still...I was left wondering, what did I do wrong?
3 miscarriages later...here I sit writing this blog. And I see this pregnant woman abusing her body in a most unholy way, and after my initial anger fades into the background I begin wishing only good things for her. Praying for her and her child that she can find and maintain recovery.
Then I turn my thoughts inward. And I see myself standing before the Lord, like a small child and I pitifully ask...
"Why was I not worthy? What's wrong with me?"
Jenny, Super Stepmom