Holy Saturday. The day between death and hope.
Learning who I am - a journey through faith
Holy Saturday. The day between death and hope.
Happiness is not experiences. It is Presence
After writing about Goodnight Moon last month, the book would not let me go. I kept turning it over, kept seeing things I had walked…
When you strap weight onto someone else, suddenly they get it. Their knees buckle, cannot breathe, cannot climb the stairs. Ten minutes in and they are begging to take it off. I wonder what would happen if we could do this with grief.
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…
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…
It seems it can’t be real, but I know it is. These words made me feel more seen than I have felt in a very…
Be the things you loved most about the people who are gone. One of my favorite things about Caleb was his dry wit that dripped…
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.