I tried to force my mind there, to picture what it would be like if Caleb were gone. Standing at the foot of the stairs, looking at the door to his room, I tried to feel what it would be like if my child were gone.
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They…
In my last post, Wrestling with God’s Will After Losing a Child, I poured out my struggle to reconcile free will, God’s will, and the…
When my child died, the world stopped making sense and my heart shattered in ways words can barely touch. Maybe you’ve lost a child—perhaps even…
The most destructive weapon ever used is Satan’s secret weapon of choice. Food. Nothing tastes as good as feeling great.
The American Church has drifted into idolatry, but allowing the lines of what is right to be pushed by people is neither loving nor Christ honoring.
The torture does not seem to relent. I no longer feel like God is near and hope is fraying.
“I hope to get a PlayStation for Christmas!”“I’m running behind, but hope to get to work on time.” The child wanting a game console has…
Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you: For every one that asketh…
What happens when our anger in grief is directed towards God? It’s a question that many of us grapple with, especially during times of profound loss and grief.
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