Category: Grief
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History Doesn’t Pack Easily
I woke up this morning aware of two competing truths before my feet even touched the floor. One was sacred.The other was unavoidable. Today marked our 28th wedding anniversary. That number landed on my chest with weight and familiarity, like a stone I’ve carried for decades—smoothed by time, but still heavy. I lay still for…
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When I miss the Mark
There are days when my heart longs to stand out in this world — not for recognition or applause, but as an image bearer of Christ. I want my words, actions, and demeanor to reflect His grace, His kindness, and His steadfast love. I want people to catch a glimpse of Jesus when they cross…
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Through Weepy Eyes
I didn’t see it coming. The blow that left me with the metaphorical wind sucked from my lungs. As I read through the accusations, the tears flowed like a dam that has just met capacity. A rush of emotions saturated every part of my body and landed with an incomprehensible weightiness. The depths of my…
