Last week I found out that my husband and I miscarried. Now, I'm no stranger to pain. I have survived my parents' divorced, my brother's suicide, and a lifetime of rejections. Through it all, I have never asked God why. I only clung to him. This miscarriage, however, has really thrown me for a loop. I'm having such a crisis of faith. Not only for the loss, but the fact that I've been in constant and unceasing pain day and night. It's bringing me to my breaking point.