Ninety miles an hour-that’s how fast my mind can go from here to there. From what’s in front of me to what’s behind me. From laughter to swallowing sobs.

I want my heart and my words to reflect that I know this Savior full of love and mercy. Spared or not, it’s no doing of mine.

I miss my child. I miss the family we used to be. I miss being blissfully ignorant of exactly how awful death is.

I’m waiting for the day my tears will be redeemed.  Waiting for the restoration of what the enemy has stolen, for faith to become sight.

My son is not a number or a statistic or only a memory. He is integral to my story, blood of my blood –part of my life.

On my hardest days, my darkest days I remember this: as fierce as my mother love may be, it can’t hold a candle to the eternal love of God.

God is for us. REALLY for us. So who can be against us? No one.

I am so, so thankful that the God I serve loves me. He specifically, purposefully loves me with unconditional love.

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

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.

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.