Change of Heart

What I was going to write - a thesis on living in poop purgatory thanks to my three very poopy sons - I'm not. Because so many of my friends would give their right arm to have what I have: three healthy (pooping) sons. The period of infertility I experienced pales in comparison to the heartache of multiple miscarriages; so many of my friends I cannot count. I learned of yet another one today. For my friends I pray that the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard their hearts and minds through Christ Jesus. (Phil. 4:6)