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’m in Denver for a few weeks with my stepmom. She needs my help right now. She’s been ill and is in a rehab hospital. I’ve been here four of the last six weeks. I’ll be here for weeks at a time the next few months. I am here by myself. This is going to…
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At a church social Sunday night, a kind man tried to comfort me about Andrew’s death. He knew that this past week was the anniversary of The Accident and knew that those special days can be hard. He was trying to be kind. I suppose it seemed odd to him that…
Middle of the night. Night time. Dark time. Hardest of hard times in grief. So many dark thoughts. So many memories. So many unfulfilled dreams. So much pain. So much loneliness. Nighy time. Dark time. No one there to listen to my cries. No one there to sooth my hurts. No one there to hold…
I wrote this a few years ago. It is still true. When others hurt, I am not to compare levels of pain. I am to love others and comfort them with the same comfort I received for God. via Do they know what grief is?
Random thoughts for today as I am studying suffering in 1 Peter. In the short term, the death of our child outweighs everything else in our lives to the point we just don’t care about anything. I did not eat for days. I didn’t care about doing things like getting dressed, cleaning anything, or talking…
We cannot ever expect others to do for us what only God can do. He is our comfort. He is our fortress. He is our healer. He is our redeemer. He is the one who cares for us. He is faithful and compassionate and merciful and abounding in love. When something happens and you are…
Today a friend posted about the most recent school shooting in which at least seventeen people died. She closed her post by asking, “What are their names?” I don’t know their names. I can’t name a single victim in Florida. (Although I will read and learn about them later today.) I do know one name:…
My thoughts today. As yet another family prepares to bury their son. GO TO THE FUNERAL! Yes, it’s hard. No, it’s not convenient. But think how hard it is for his parents! Your presence shows them they are loved. Even if you did not know their child, if you are invited…go. Show them you care.…
You are not alone. Many of us also experienced loss. We want to walk beside you, love you, and pray with you. We will cry together and laugh together as we share stories of our children and our faith. We found hope in Christ with the help of an amazing ministry: While We’re Waiting.
