Miscarriage and Infertility
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A Thread of Gold Against the Inky Black
My little white candle flickered before my eyes as I joined my voice with the congregation. I watched the wax slowly glide down toward my
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Gifts Forged in Grief
When plunking piano keys and singing at the top of my lungs turned to boredom, I asked to go outside. “Sure, baby. By the way,
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The Storms that Flood the Fruit
Years ago, on a whim, I grabbed a bag of zinnia seeds and scattered its contents into the empty earth of my flower bed. A
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The Wait of All Waits
It seems the theme of my life as of late is “wait.” Wait for answers, for healing, for change, for restoration, for desires and dreams.
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The Miscarriage Years
Sitting on our back porch, I copied passages of scripture into my journal. I felt the summer breeze brush across my face, shifting my eyes
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The Gifts God Gave Me Through Recurrent Pregnancy Loss
This article was originally published on Gospel-Centered Discipleship. It was a warm October that year. As the leaves began to boast one last time bearing
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A Thread of Gold Against the Inky Black
My little white candle flickered before my eyes as I joined my voice with the congregation. I watched the wax slowly glide down toward my
![](https://brittleeallen.com/app/uploads/2023/08/IMG_8551-scaled-e1691178185389-300x245.jpeg)
Gifts Forged in Grief
When plunking piano keys and singing at the top of my lungs turned to boredom, I asked to go outside. “Sure, baby. By the way,
![](https://brittleeallen.com/app/uploads/2022/05/joanna-swan-P16UKYi8rAA-unsplash-300x200.jpg)
The Storms that Flood the Fruit
Years ago, on a whim, I grabbed a bag of zinnia seeds and scattered its contents into the empty earth of my flower bed. A
![](https://brittleeallen.com/app/uploads/2021/05/diana-schroder-bode-9jtuxXTDfyM-unsplash-300x200.jpg)
The Wait of All Waits
It seems the theme of my life as of late is “wait.” Wait for answers, for healing, for change, for restoration, for desires and dreams.
![](https://brittleeallen.com/app/uploads/2021/03/lizzie-BqYoSL76lGo-unsplash-300x201.jpg)
The Miscarriage Years
Sitting on our back porch, I copied passages of scripture into my journal. I felt the summer breeze brush across my face, shifting my eyes
![](https://brittleeallen.com/app/uploads/2021/01/ellieelien-ZDuqRrF9-k0-unsplash-1-300x233.jpg)
The Gifts God Gave Me Through Recurrent Pregnancy Loss
This article was originally published on Gospel-Centered Discipleship. It was a warm October that year. As the leaves began to boast one last time bearing