Grace Like Scarlett wasn’t the book I wanted to write. I couldn’t imagine why anyone would want to write a book on grief and suffering. But it was the book I needed to write—one about grace and hope, promise and presence. It was the book I wished someone had handed me in the days when we lost our first baby to miscarriage. And our second. And our third. It was the book I *had* to write—one conceived at the bottom of my pain where I found God’s goodness was still there.
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Published on May 01, 2019 07:44