As baby stuff lay all around our apartment, we try to gather the information we were given. “Your baby has no heartbeat.” “I’m so sorry for your lost” I’m confused, heartbroken, in denial, all the while anger ensues. Why would God do this to me again? Why is this my reality? I’m a good person? I try my hardest to do what’s right, obey God’s commands and despite that I have struggled the last four years financially, physically, emotionally, and mentally. Why am I here? Why doe