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…
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Anniversaries are Supposed to be Happy Occasions…right?
Another Monthversary
The Span of Ups and Downs
A Break in the Storm Clouds
Whatever Is True…
The Desert
Rescue Me
For Auld Lang Syne
Your Process is YOUR process
God Waits Until We’re Softened
You Can Do Hard Things
Give Credit to the Meek
Every Single Day is a Wake-Up Call
My God is Bigger Than I Ever Seem to Realize…
Mysterious Gifts & Forward Motion
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.