My son is not a number or a statistic or only a memory. He is integral to my story, blood of my blood –part of my life.

I lean into the Word of God and trust in, rely on and affirm the victory of Jesus Christ. But I still GRIEVE.  

All those things that are outside the perfect will of God-the pain, the heartache-aren’t outside His power of redemption.

The glory to come must be some kind of wonderful it if makes the pain of child loss so small there’s no comparison. Will I trust Him?

Heaven will not simply be rest after a long life’s struggle. It will be restoration, redemption, recreation and resurrection.

The character of God is flawless. His ways are holy and good. He will not allow the enemy of my soul to have the last word.

I can say with certainty that I am more sure now than I was before that God is God. He is good. He will redeem, restore and resurrect.

Because I am His child. when I’m hurting, God does not run away or turn a blind eye or a deaf ear-He meets me there.

Because I am His child. when I’m hurting, God does not run away or turn a blind eye or a deaf ear-He meets me there.

God reached down and raised me up from the depths of despair. He dragged me out of the pit of sorrow.

If I can only praise a God who spares me, I have no songs to sing. But if I can praise the God who loves me then I can always rejoice.

God has put my foot on a solid Rock. When sorrow threatens to drag me deeper than my heart can bear, He reaches down and pulls me up.

I have never felt so desolate as the early morning when I was told my son was dead. I knew if I didn’t remind my heart of truth, I’d be lost

when I rest completely in Jehovah-Shalom, the LORD Who is Himself my Peace, I am safe. Not safe from all harm, but safe in His love and care

Life often devastating filled with circumstances. That’s the bad news. But we don’t have to face them alone. That’s the good news.

You think...that you are forgotten because of your nothingness and weakness and poverty. This is the very reason you are remembered.

A pastor friend says, “Your misery is your ministry.” I think he’s right.

Lord, this season reminds me that whenever I am weak, You are strong. Is it alright if I grieve around You? I have to act strong...

Why is it, when we need them most, many friends-and I mean really, truly FRIENDS-just can't hang in and hold on?

Parents look forward to marking milestones in their child's life. They never plan to have to mark the milestone of their death.