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 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…
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.
I have aphantasia, the inability to create mental imagery. It’s quite odd how some days I do not give it a thought. I told my…
June 10th, 2018 12:30p I am putting on my tennis shoes to go buy a bright orange UT-like VW Bug. I have owned 4 in…
Grief is lonely, unique, tiring, not fair, and no time limit. Grieving the loss of a child isolates because so many people do not understand what it is like and do not know how to relate to the person they used to know.
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