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...

There are lots of things that have helped and lots of things that have hurt in the ten years since Dominic ran ahead to Heaven...

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.

May we all have Poohs and Piglets that come sit with us when we are Sad, and Alone, and Not Much Fun To Be Around.

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.

"God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our consciences, but shouts in our pains." ~C.S. Lewis

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

Doubt is not denial. If someone is asking questions, they are still seeking. Jesus invited honest questions.

I may risk offending some of my fellow believers in Jesus but I will take that risk. While scripture is plain that God uses the events in...

"I prayed every day for my children.  I asked God to protect them, to give them wisdom, to draw them to Himself and to guide their steps."

"I gain more comfort in a God Who could have saved my son but chose not to, than a God Who does not have that power."

The Lord planted a vision in my heart to expand into new territory. I am stepping out into uncomfortable places , trusting Jesus to lead.