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

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

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.

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.

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

I’m passionate about getting Scripture right. Because it’s not just unfortunate when we get it wrong, it can be downright dangerous.