Lucinda Berry

Don’t keep them. Don’t hold on to them. Let me go.

How long do you wanna be loved? Is forever enough? Is forever enough?”

welcomed him into the world in a room filled with love and light and I could give him the same gift as I walked him home. It was so intimate. I felt the same way I did in the delivery room in the moments before I pushed him out into the world—the

profound rush of God giving him to me. Now it was my turn to give him back.

with Noah was like looking in a mirror and having everything I hated about myself stare back at me.

If there is a God, I pray you aren’t the one to find me.

If you did everything right and it still turned out wrong, then what was the point?

If someone would’ve asked me two years ago if I believed in God, I wouldn’t have thought twice about my yes. But I wasn’t sure anymore.

How could someone who hated suffering hurt other people?

We blamed parents for children’s mistakes. It was that simple.