I stared at the screen, willing my baby to live. A month before, we had seen the baby move and blood flowing to its heart. But now, there was nothing.
Without Christ in me, I could never choose joy. It would only be a feeble attempt at positive thinking. And he gives me the power to make that choice, even in the most difficult circumstances.
My infertility has taught me many lessons, but most of all, I’ve learned what it means to have God’s umbrella in the storms of life.