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 and several other seasoned bereaved parents will share a bit about how to navigate this difficult time of year.

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.

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

If you can’t do it all, do something. And celebrate.

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

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.

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.

Sleep is important. I can’t do the work grief requires if I go too long without it.

I’ve learned it’s best to find quiet moments to journal feelings that might be unhelpful or downright hurtful to express to others.

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

When faced with a wall of overwhelming and cascading feelings, I do the next right thing-whatever that may be until I see a sliver of light.

I’ve learned the hard way that memories are precious.  I don’t want the ones I’m making now to always be tainted by sorrow and loss. 

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.

When I swallow my doubts instead of speaking them all I do is poison my own heart. Lament is a biblical response to deep pain.