I’ve discovered that self-control is not a limitless commodity.   Now before my Bible believing friends remind me that it is part of the fruit of the Spirit, I want to say this:  it sure is!  And because the Spirit of Jesus lives inside me I can promise you I am more self-controlled than I would otherwise be. BUT… When every single word, action, thought and feeling has to be reined in every waking moment, there is not enough self-control this side of heaven to do THA

I wish I could help those outside the child loss community understand just how much it takes for me and everyone like me to do what has to be done. We aren’t being lazy or overly emotional or “making too much of nothing”. We live in a different world than the rest of you.

I still struggle to remember things that used to come easily. I still hear words that I don’t always understand. I depend much more on paper and pencil to keep track of important dates, appointments and phone numbers than I used to. And I never walk away from the stove.

The longer since his leaving, the more I feel I need to have it together in public. My tears are inexplicable to those who've forgotten,

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.

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

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