I no longer feel betrayed.   I still don’t like this life. I would never have chosen this life.   But I will trust the One Who made me to carry me through it.

I'm so thankful that when the darkness is all I can see, the Lord brings people (and His own precious Presence) to remind me that light still exists.

Jealousy is a green-eyed monster and I want no part of it. I have to focus on the gift and not the loss.  I can't always do that.

that’s what child loss does to a mama’s heart.  It shatters it into pieces so tiny and so fragile. And the pieces never make a whole.

I lean into the Word of God and trust in, rely on and affirm the victory of Jesus Christ. But I still GRIEVE.  

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.

All those things that are outside the perfect will of God-the pain, the heartache-aren’t outside His power of redemption.

At the moment of my weakness, the Spirit speaks courage to my spirit. Jesus whispers, “You can do it” to my heart.

Because I am His child. when I’m hurting, God does not run away or turn a blind eye or a deaf ear-He meets me there.

Because I am His child. when I’m hurting, God does not run away or turn a blind eye or a deaf ear-He meets me there.

If I can only praise a God who spares me, I have no songs to sing. But if I can praise the God who loves me then I can always rejoice.

Know that the Lord God loves you. He LOVES you. He loves YOU.

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

God has put my foot on a solid Rock. When sorrow threatens to drag me deeper than my heart can bear, He reaches down and pulls me up.

God IS love. Scripture says so. But God is also a fierce Father who will protect His children.

I have never felt so desolate as the early morning when I was told my son was dead. I knew if I didn’t remind my heart of truth, I’d be lost

Your story matters. It’s being written to be shared as a testimony to God’s goodness, His faithful love and His enabling grace.

Jesus promises that the burden He asks us to bear He will make bearable when we bring it to Him.

This life of travail won’t last forever either. By death or transformation, we will be freed from this earthly tent.