It was hard to comprehend, but perhaps all of this did have a purpose, even if I couldn’t see it now. Even if I didn’t feel like being positive and hopeful. Even when my heart longed to be angry and upset. I had a choice to make, and I had a feeling I would be called to make it over and over again, day after day. I had before me life and death, blessings and curses. I would need to choose life. If I couldn’t do it for myself, then perhaps I could do it for my baby.
