Desperate. In this world where we w text, tweet, or IM each other, I found myself desperate--desperate to kw if there was a God. And if He was real, could I take Him literally at His word? And did He care about what my heart's desires were? Did it matter to Him that while I longed to be a mom, my deepest fear was that I would suck at it? And how would the supposed Creator of the Universe, the Hanger of the Stars, how would He approach or even communicate with me, just a plain ol' body in the big scheme of things? I am sorry. I don't have any those answers for your questions. Only a deeply personal journaling of how He answered mine. A raw, real look at a season of my life when I battled infertility and failed, miscarried twice, and entered new mommyhood armed with every book, DVD, and training kwn to man to discover that the only real mommyhood wisdom comes from a great big God who designed, created, and provided my two miracles in the first place. My prayer is that you will hear God clearly saying He longs to meet you right where you are at. Whatever is on your heart, pour it out to Him. He cares deeper than you will ever fathom. And my prayer for you and your family, whether you buy this book or toss it right back where you found it, is that you take your heart to Jesus and let Him soothe and save your soul and heal your boo-boos and press forward into that future He has planned just for you.