That Jordan never saw light. I know it was simply human imperfection that stole something from me last year. And I know that the grief still settles in my bones. I also know that it’s not God’s fault that I am pregnant again.
Sometimes the universe can feel so cruel. Here I am 8 weeks along at what should be a happy moment in my life. Instead I am encumbered by bitterness, fear, resentment and uncertainty. Why become attached when it can be taken away just like before? Why pretend that there’s a positive outcome?
I cannot believe. I do not have hope. I am simply waiting for bad news.
And I know that it is not God’s fault