Sitting on the couch in the cold, sterile delivery room I felt overwhelmingly alone. Brianna was there on the hospital bed connected to a host of machines tracking her vital signs and flooding her with pitocin and narcotics. Nurses came and went checking on us and her progress. I sat intermittently texting my friend and pastor. Then we received the Hope Box.
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Finding Peace after the Storm 