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Why Your Greatest Struggle Is Also Your Greatest Blessing

Why Your Greatest Struggle Is Also Your Greatest Blessing

I’m not an extravagant person. I’m simple and my dreams were simple.

By the time I was in my mid-twenties, I was married to a wonderful man and living in a tiny house on a beautiful farm outside of a little village in upstate New York.

The only thing I needed was my children.

But, as it turns out, my body refused to bear them.

And, as it turns out, every time we’ve pursued adoption, it has failed.

[last.breath]

It hits hard. That life is fragile. Our days are numbered. I’m sitting in the cry room at the back of church with three little cousins with pins on their shirts. “This is Nancy,” the red-headed boy says as he touches the picture-pin, “she died. She’s up there,” he points at the front of the…

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