My world came crashing down when my first and only daughter was born into this world already in the arms of Jesus. Without breath in her lungs, the delivery room fell silent—void of her newborn cries. This painful experience split my life into a new before and after: before Bridget and after. My life would never be the same. As God walked me (and sometimes carried me) through my grief, I witnessed His heart for the brokenhearted. On one hand, I saw the Body of Christ display how to hold the hearts of those who are hurting in deep and personal ways. But on the other hand, I felt the painful stings of friendships demonstrating how not to care for someone in grief.



