7/6/26 7/6/26

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.

5/11/24 5/11/24

Anniversaries are Supposed to be Happy Occasions…right?

3/16/24 3/16/24

Grief Ravine

3/12/24 3/12/24

Rod & Staff

1/6/24 1/6/24

Rescue Me

12/31/23 12/31/23

For Auld Lang Syne

12/3/23 12/3/23

The Power of the Shadow of Death

11/25/23 11/25/23

The Power of Retreat

11/6/23 11/6/23

Tick-tock…

11/4/23 11/4/23

The Countdown

10/4/23 10/4/23

Jesus, Help Me…

10/4/23 10/4/23

What is “Real?” Pain Surely is.

10/3/23 10/3/23

My God is Bigger Than I Ever Seem to Realize…

9/16/23 9/16/23

Barren Rose Bush

9/15/23 9/15/23

Grief is Pure Poetry

9/14/23 9/14/23

It Isn’t Their Sea

9/8/23 9/8/23

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.