Grief

In 2015 I sat on my pastor’s couch during small group with five other couples in the room. As I tried to put to words the feelings I was experiencing deep in my chest,…

It has been nearly 11 months since my last suicidal thought. Other than the occasional teenage angst, I had never experienced the mental and soul wrenching turmoil some individuals, including Christians, are consistently inflicted…

Everyone I know is looking for hope right now. Yearning for a deeper meaning behind this pandemic, isolation, sickness, and these unprecedented moments. Some are reaching for the refrigerator door hoping food will calm…

Written in the story of my faith is a cosmic battle the Father authored before time began by allowing what He hates in order to achieve what He loves. While Christ was breathing His…

It started off like any other year. Except without birthday cake and candles. The year I was 31 made me out to be What I never imagined I would become. With fear, regret and…

Empty womb, empty rooms, Empty nest, Empty chest, Empty moments, empty closeness, Empty. All this emptiness I tried to fill. All this emptiness I tried to kill. All this emptiness I tried to will…

Grief is The house guest that has worn out their welcome. It is The nagging wife who needs your attention and won’t stop until she                   …

I dreamed of you last night. Your face so perfectly vivid. Even the scent of you was so real That I mistook my dreams for reality. I’ve been doing that lately. I saw your…

As my tip toes touch the cold hardwood floors beneath me, I gently push myself back and forth with arms empty in this rocking chair. The songs of this barren woman fill the space…

The candle of my soul Wax, melts away for sorrow. It grows weaker As the flame becomes more dim. This penitent heart melts Like ice in hot water, The affliction turns up the heat…