January, February, and March feel like the awkward puberty months of the year. I just don’t know what to do…
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An Open Letter To Those Who Lost Someone to COVID
“Why did he have to die, Mom?” my 8-year-old daughter Selah asked me, her green eyes full of tears.
“I don’t know,” I whisper. And I hug her. I hold her and think about Harold, my father-in-law we lost unexpectedly last year. As I hold her, I look up and see the giant life-sized picture she drew of him taped to her wall, and the banner that says, “Grandpa” hanging above her window, and the tears roll down my cheeks and into her blonde hair. I don’t know how to explain to her why her vibrant, funny, joyful Grandpa died.
“Do Not Be Offended By Me,” A Story of Stillbirth and the Goodness of God
In the few days between learning that Noah had died and giving birth to his lifeless body, I awakened throughout the night, unable to sleep, knowing that my child had passed away in my womb. During those nights, God filled my mind with Scriptures and songs. And I kept hearing that phrase, “Do not be offended by me.”
The Last Time You Nurse Your Baby
Nobody talks about it. The last time you nurse your baby. You hear about the “guilt” moms experience when they wean their child, or go back to work. But what you don’t hear about though, is the grief.
The quiet grief of weaning.
When God Takes You From Barren to Beautiful
Imagine a barren land. The earth is dry, and cracked. Nothing grows there. There is no water. No life. Now,…
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