For several days now, I’ve felt as though I’ve been on the verge of a torrential tear-fall; as if dark ominous clouds have been looming, foreshadowing a downpour. I’ve encountered and engaged circumstances that could collectively add to the possibility of a groundswell, but none of them seem to…Continue Reading
There is a lot of suffering in this world.
I didn’t really see the suffering much before Jud died. Maybe it’s because blinders from the “good life” kept me from noticing it. Maybe it’s because I couldn’t relate to the deep pain around me as much as I do now. Maybe it’s because…Continue Reading
Nicole Aldrian, a beloved woman who inspired, loved, and served many (whom I wrote about last week), died yesterday, May 12, 2014, from cancer. I am absolutely devastated.
The day we met Steve and Nicole Aldrian in 2009, they were pulling baby Trevor around in a…Continue Reading
A poem for my Juddy this Mother’s Day:
I never thought I’d have the gift
Of being called a mother,
Then one day you came to be
And changed me like no other.
I beamed with delight and cried with joy;
You were cherished from the start.
The moment that our eyes had met…
“It’s too much, God! It’s just too much! Why would you allow so much suffering to ravage one family?!” These guttural cries arose from my little brown couch in my living room last night.
But this pain has nothing to do with me…other than trying to understand…Continue Reading
Five long years. For more than five long years, I consistently prayed for God to intervene in a personal situation, unrelated to Judson, which impacted my daily life in some difficult ways. I felt the strains and stresses of the situation and begged God to alter the circumstances. This plight even arose on the heelsContinue Reading
Today is my last day living in my 30’s. Tomorrow is my big 4-0! This milestone has left me reflecting a great deal on the last ten years of my life. When I was turning 30, Drake and I had been married 8 years. We didn’t have children (and didn’t even think we could haveContinue Reading
“Sometimes I feel like something in me broke forever when my son died,” shares a mom who lost her son 36 years ago. “I understand. Me too,” affirms another. “Me too.” “Me too.” “Me too.” “My son has been gone 2.5 years. I can’t believe that I will spend the rest of my life withoutContinue Reading