All of us, at some point in life, will face hard things. And by hard, I mean life-sapping, crushing, painful-beyond-imagining, hard things. At times like these, we can look around at others, feeling bitter and angry that life’s cruel lottery has dealt us this hand and others, one that makes much better reading on Facebook. I faced a hard thing, when my daughter, Grace, was still born at 25 weeks of pregnancy. The road I’ve walked since has been one of doubt, hesitancy, small steps, more questions, moving forward, moving backwards, moving forward again and getting to a place of fragile healing. I was not naïve enough to think this would be my lifetime supply of ‘hard things’ and sure enough, more have come knocking – pounding down the door, in fact – in recent weeks. None of the ‘hard things’ are yet my story to tell; they are bound up and interwoven with the lives of others, whose confidence I will not break. It will suffice to say the...