100 Days of Grief

"Seeing is always an act of courage." -Marty Rubin Today is Sunday.  Sunday's are always hard.  This Sunday after church I peeked in my book to see what I was going to write about.  The first words I read were, "Your developing baby has died."  I closed the book and curled up on my bed and laid there for a few hours.  My husband came and laid with me but it's taken me a few hours after getting out of bed to actually want to come and do this.  Especially with those as the first words.   Before I get into my prompt I want to kind of explain why Sundays are hard for me right now.  I've always kind of envied those people that when they go through trials their first instinct is to turn to God.  I feel like I've been getting better at that but this time it's been hard for me.  With my second miscarriage I feel like I really did that.  I tried to lean on my Savior and I think it was an easier experience for me than the first.  I remember