If your line was broken, in part or whole, by infertility or child loss, God’s blessing was never about your bloodline. It was about His.
Learning who I am - a journey through faith
Tag: griefjourney
They ask if I saw signs of my son’s suicide. I watched, worried, acted. He came back to himself. Six months later he’s gone. Sometimes there’s nothing to see.
How can I forgive when I cannot determine what occurred, why, or even understand. Even Christ wants something from us in exchange for the gift of forgiveness.
I knew what it meant the way I know what skydiving means. I can describe it. I have never jumped.
You’re not crazy. People out there will tell you you are. They will say you are doing grief wrong. They will say you should get over it or at least don’t talk about it. We are here to say you are normal and it is okay to not be okay.
Holding in my love for my son or my sorrow for losses would suffocate me. Instead, I choose to speak, to let my grief breathe, even as I wrestle with God over the why of it all.
Reflecting on the loneliness and fading hope after six years of grief from losing a child.
Certain dates on the calendar really sting. I wrote about this five years ago (Dates on the Calendar), but now that I am further on…
The torture does not seem to relent. I no longer feel like God is near and hope is fraying.
I LOVED THE HOLIDAYS I did. They truly were a time for celebration and we made so many memories. We filled the last ten…