God used the good gift of my fifth baby to bless me and reveal more about him and me. He humbled me and lifted me up.

Believers must actively remind ourselves that God has set us upon the Rock. Physical circumstances don’t change spiritual reality—your soul is secure in Christ.

We all walk the same road, yet we can take heart because this well-worn path also held the feet of our Savior.

Where once we fell to the ashes, despairing death, we now gratefully cry out from them on bended knee, in worship and gratitude for God’s gracious gift of life.

I’ve heard testimonies of those who hit rock bottom, cried out to Jesus, and experienced instantaneous deliverance from addiction, mental illness, or spiritual attack. That, unfortunately, is not my story. Mine is a story of progressive resurrection, of slow, painful healing.

I know the searing sting of sin that leads to death. I also know this is where Jesus met me and gave me life.

You can’t tell how common miscarriages are by the number of people talking about them. The pain of loss often lives in secrecy. But it doesn’t have to be that way.

A testimony of what God did when one of his churches died and came to life again.