Worship in the Grieving Heart
3.23.24 Last September, I stood in a crowd of worshippers on the fourth anniversary of our Emma Grace’s homegoing. I had not know what it...
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Remembering My Grandmother
Edna White was not one for inactivity. When reflecting over the almost 45 years I had the honor of calling her Grandmother, I can barely...
The Teacher Has Come
Her story has been told for two-thousand years, just as Jesus said it would be. The one who boldly committed a social faux pas by...
Permission to Grieve Well: My Advice to the Body of Christ
Sometimes I write because I feel like something needs to be shared – a word, a thought, a theological position – and I use my blog as a...
On the Other Side of Loss: The Anniversary of Miscarriage
"I survived." I took a deep breath and laid my head back on to my pillow. It was the first words that escaped my mouth this morning as I...
Hannah's Rival: The Blessing
Her chest trembled and ached from holding in her desperation, the keening sobs quaking just below the surface, ready to explode if pushed...
Layers of Healing
I awoke with a start, heart pounding, mind whirling. It was the second time in the last month that I had dreamed about losing her. "At...
3.23 - Remembering Emma Grace
“Today would have been her birthday.” The thought was the first one on my mind as I awoke that March morning. I lay there with my sleepy...
Supernaturally Healed: My Testimony
"So, how are you doing?" It was a simple enough question. One I received quite often, in fact. But in that moment, it was anything but...
The Unmentioned Christmas Story
So, here's a raw, honest moment: when you miscarry a child shortly before Christmas, the nativity story becomes quite painful and even...
The Dark Night of Faith
The bright light of a noon day sun can make most any landscape feel alive with hope. Colors are vivid. Shadows have fled. The valleys and...
In Memory of My Papa
The afternoon summer was just beginning to surrender its unbearably muggy heat to twilight’s cooler breezes as I sat on my grandparent’s...
I Am Not Okay.
I am not okay. The excitement of learning I was unexpectedly pregnant at 40 for the first time after believing that it probably would...
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