I Thought I Was Ready, But God Was Still Rebuilding What Loss Had Torn Down: The sacred work of learning to trust again after widowhood.
After losing my husband, I thought I was ready to love again. It turns out I wasn’t. This is the story of how God has since revealed the hidden places grief was still holding captive, and how surviving loss is very different from truly healing. But it’s also a redemptive story of how He still moves in every part of our journey, no matter what choices we make.
Sometimes Life Brings Sunshine with Less Rain…
November, 2024 Life has been a little different lately. There have been some changes that some people close to me are aware of, but I haven’t been ready to talk to all of you about…
Talk, Talk, Talk…
Change is the only Constant
Another Monthversary
The Span of Ups and Downs
What’s That in the Mirror?
Chasing Peace
Not Me
Look Now From The Place Where You Are
Reinvention
Rescue Me
For Auld Lang Syne
Your Process is YOUR process
God Waits Until We’re Softened
You Can Do Hard Things
The Power of Retreat
Mysterious Gifts & Forward Motion
It Isn’t Their Sea
The Breath of Life
Trying to breathe when your breath is stolen by grief is something decidedly complicated yet utterly confounding. Breathing…sound simple, doesn’t it? It’s automatic, right? Except sometimes it isn’t.