Join me for a month of exploring what the Bible says about grief. It's a great way to begin a new year & to feed hope to your heart.

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

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?

It's normal that Dominic is less and less a part of his friends lives over time. But it still hurts...

Oh how I love you! Your brother’s untimely departure has opened my heart in a whole new way to the glory that is your presence.

So much of this battle has been fought in my mind. Really, even more than my heart. What I dwell on makes a difference.

I don't have to meet a timetable or get anyone's approval. It's my journey and baby steps count!

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

Since Dominic ran ahead to Heaven, I find I need even more alone time than before. But I take care that solitude doesn’t become isolation.

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.

In the aftermath of child loss, healthy boundaries are no longer optional, they are necessary for survival.  

Child loss is often sibling loss. In addition to their own heartache, bereaved parents carry the heartache of their surviving children.

I am learning to take anxious thoughts captive, learning to make them live in only a corner of my mind instead of taking it over completely.

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

Shame tells us we are unworthy of love and belonging and that is simply a lie.

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.

When taking care of others means NOT taking care of myself, then in the end, I’m of no use to anyone

Child loss is hard. Child loss is not "curable" or "solvable" and it's not helpful to pretend it is.

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