The past few weeks I’ve wanted vengeance. I confessed my weaknesses and need for help. Friends prayed. One rebuked me (in love). My attitude changed. Not by my will, but, I’m sure, because of friends who love me. Now I want to be a minister of reconciliation. This is what I wanted at the beginning…
Looking back over my writings the first year after The Accident. I was able to turn towards God and His truth even as I walked through loss. I’m walking through a different kind of loss now. A different kind of trial. This is hard. I can’t. I can’t turn towards God and truth. I can’t…
Another year has passed. I realize I am not the first mother to lose her son. Eve grieved Abel. Mary grieved Jesus. I will not be the last. Many others will walk this road. But knowing these things does not make losing my Andrew easier. What has made this loss bearable is knowing my son…
I wrote this fours years ago. It’s still true. And I need to remind myself of this truth: We can change the way we think. We take tiny steps in the right direction. Then we rest and remind ourselves truth and that we are going the right way. We cry out for help, take another…
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Anger and bitterness have no place in the life of a believer. We are forgiven; we must forgive. God doesn’t give us an out to disobey His commands during grief. He gave us His Holy Spirit to help us.
My friend Kim writes beautifully about God’s sovereignty. Even in the hard things we can trust that God is good.
At a weekend women’s conference I taught on Psalm 103. A miracle happened. A captive was set free.
“I’m sorry” just isn’t enough. But there are no words.
