Hold On To Me
The years 2018–2019 would turn out to be the hardest years of my life. They were harder than year after year of infertility and miscarriages. They were harder than the years of caring for three toddlers. They were even harder than accepting my youngest child’s terminal diagnosis.
All of those things I could accept easier because it was between God and me. Did I believe what I said I believed? I did. And I clung to him tighter and tighter.