God reached down and raised me up from the depths of despair. He dragged me out of the pit of sorrow.

God has put my foot on a solid Rock. When sorrow threatens to drag me deeper than my heart can bear, He reaches down and pulls me up.

Jesus promises that the burden He asks us to bear He will make bearable when we bring it to Him.

when I rest completely in Jehovah-Shalom, the LORD Who is Himself my Peace, I am safe. Not safe from all harm, but safe in His love and care

Life often devastating filled with circumstances. That’s the bad news. But we don’t have to face them alone. That’s the good news.

You think...that you are forgotten because of your nothingness and weakness and poverty. This is the very reason you are remembered.

Lord, this season reminds me that whenever I am weak, You are strong. Is it alright if I grieve around You? I have to act strong...

So many people think grief grows smaller over time.  But that’s not it at all.  Grief occupies exactly the same space in my heart.

Why is it, when we need them most, many friends-and I mean really, truly FRIENDS-just can't hang in and hold on?

Parents look forward to marking milestones in their child's life. They never plan to have to mark the milestone of their death.

Marriage is hard work under the best of circumstances. Child loss makes it harder. But there are ways to create space and to extend grace.

I’m learning to let go of offense. Not only because it is too heavy to carry in addition to my grief, but because the Lord commanded it.

Every time I fall and get back up I prove to my heart it's possible.

Grief means there is already a low-level hum of background stress every. single. day.

Truth is, unless I face my feelings, give my heart time to experience them and work toward processing them, I cannot even begin to heal.

Even though I'm stronger, I still experience a constant and unrelenting level of stress that often makes even ordinary tasks difficult...

Christ came for the broken.  It’s the broken and breathless who long for the Spirit to blow life across their wounded hearts.

God's existence, and His character does not depend on my understanding.  To be frank, a God I comprehend wouldn’t be much of a God at all.

"God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our consciences, but shouts in our pains." ~C.S. Lewis