Only you who have felt the ache for a child can understand. It isn’t something that be put to words. It feels like a hole in my chest that might just swallow my entire being. I feel so ungrateful. I ought to be happy and content with the blessings around me. I have a wonderful husband, a sweet dog, a good home, steady job, a loving extended family, a dedicated church community, and the gospel of Christ. I ought to be joyful and thankful. And in so many ways, I am. But right now the ache is threatening to drown it all out. To drown me. God says to come to Him with “broken hearts and contrite spirits.” I’m certainly doing that these days. Clinging to faith is sometimes all we have.