"Silently, quietly, privately, I grieved — which was usually the few minutes I had alone in the shower. I cried and I cried hard. It was a matter of time before my grief was crippling me. I started to have panic attacks every couple days. That's when I knew I needed help. Ultimately, it was my silent grief that was the culprit to this painfully difficult season I've been in the last several months. However, my silent grief also showed me how God is always at work in us, revealing and renewing our hearts. I have to choose to trust Him in the story He has created for my life, especially the fine print. And I don't know what our story holds, but I do know God is doing something good in me."