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.
Unexpected Bomb Strikes: a.k.a. Holidays
It’s an odd feeling, a strange phenomenon, to feel happy and then be attacked by grief. It sometimes seems that happiness is an elaborate subterfuge specifically designed to precipitate sneak attacks with greater precision and…
Through It All, My Eyes Are On You - FOREWORD
FOREWORD After this post, he lived until October. The past four years has held so much loss and heartache for my family, so much so that it’s been hard to take in every single next…
Whatever Is True…
Look Now From The Place Where You Are
I Just Didn’t Know…but a few things I do know…
As I closed my eyes to sleep the night before we woke up to leave for your common surgery, I didn’t know it was the last night I would sleep in bed beside you. I would lay in bed next to you…but only after you were gone.
The Waiting Room
Even If…
Jesus, Help Me…
Transitioned
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.
Grief vs. Fear
