On the beginning of Easter weekend, and in remembrance of Good Friday today, how do I put into words The Father's Love and Grace that pours out to me (and to you) in that 3 letter word-a word that over the last few months brought with it such hardship: -Your beta results show that you are pregnant, so congratulations BUT... we need to re-draw tomorrow. -Your number is rising BUT...not at the rate we want it to. -Your blood work still shows a positive test BUT...we are afraid that the pregnancy is not viable. -Your body still thinks you are pregnant BUT...nothing is showing on the ultrasound -I was pregnant BUT never got to hold my sweet baby(ies) in my arms this side of heaven, but a gift I will always be thankful for! Today marks 3 months since I had to be administered a methotrexate shot to complete my miscarriage, and boy was it a hard day to swallow. I cannot wait to share the glory in how God reigned even through that trial, BUT that post will have to wait. Today, I