Faith & Hope in Suffering
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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 have
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“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 without
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My Dear Buddy Boo, Here it is your birthday…again. And you’re not here…again. The truth is, I feel a little weary of celebrating your birthday without you. All the excitement and energy a young child has in the events marking another year of life, all the marveling parent’s do over the growth that has occurred
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Dear Judson, I miss us. I miss you. I miss the sound of your voice. I miss the look in your eyes when you would smile at me. I miss the scent and feel of your hair when I would hold you close. And I miss countless other things about you–looks, expressions, the things you
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Dear Judson, Life without you is now my familiar (just the idea of that is so crushing) and yet everything about living without you feels foreign, something to which I cannot become accustomed. When you died six years ago the world didn’t notice. Everything kept moving as if nothing had happened. You weren’t a famous
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I was gazing at your sister, Marveling at the recent explosion Of sun-kissed spots on her nose. Some tiny. Some full. Soft brown drops of pigment Sprinkled across her lightly-tanned face, Adding subtle character. So delicate. So real. The story of her life Unfolding in a distinct pattern On the canvas of her skin. So
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Everyone loves a story of triumph; the story where a person, having endured every imaginable obstacle, perseveres to the finish….against all odds. This is our story of triumph. Eight and a half years ago, while I was in the hospital for severe pre-term labor with Judson, petrified that our child was going to arrive precariously early, Drake
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The other day as I was washing dishes alone in the house, I found myself shouting at God, “I don’t feel your love!” In a volcanic outburst, I exclaimed with hot tears of brokenness, “I know you’re loving. I trust that you’re loving. But right now I don’t feel your love! Where are you? Why
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