My Heavenly Father's love is strong enough to hold me fast no matter what perils I face.

My heart can forget the truth when life falls apart. It's then I must remind it that God is faithful and His love endures forever.

A pastor friend says, “Your misery is your ministry.” I think he’s right.

Life is hard. Death is awful. But thanks to Jesus, death doesn't have the last word.

 Bereaved moms can join me in a quiet setting for a weekend of rest, renewal and restoration through fellowship, Scripture and sharing.

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...

 I walk in two worlds–on earth and in heaven.  I savor the sweet joy of the “now” but ache for the even sweeter joy of the “forever”.

Here are seven practical ways to minister to your grieving friends this Christmas.

Do I have any control over whether or not this burden gets lighter?

Child loss is lonely. But you don’t have to be alone. An isolated heart is especially vulnerable to discouragement and despair.

I walked around like a giant nerve for the first weeks and months after Dominic left us. It didn’t take much for me to burst into tears.

May we all have Poohs and Piglets that come sit with us when we are Sad, and Alone, and Not Much Fun To Be Around.

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.

I may risk offending some of my fellow believers in Jesus but I will take that risk. While scripture is plain that God uses the events in...