“There is an appointed time for everything… a time to be silent and a time to speak.” Eccl. 3:1a and 7b For 2 years I have remained largely silent in this space where I have invited you into much of my life, heartache, faith and joys. Some of it had to do with the…
I’ve always wanted to write a book, more so because I thought it would be a cool bucket list thing to check off with no actual idea of the kind of work required in the actual writing process. But this book that is about to be released is not the book I ever imagined writing,…
I’m sitting here on my bed, feeling my little girl do what can only be described as some form of jujitsu in my belly. I think she has the hiccups and she’s kicking my ribs and punching my hip. Maybe she wants me to move? I don’t know, but I’m not moving. And so the…
I remember the day a few weeks after Dasah had died when I was running my hand over the back of my hair. It felt more coarse than usual… and bumpy. “That’s strange” I thought. I quickly took a hand mirror to look behind me in our bathroom mirror only to discover a small section…
Four years. I still can’t wrap my mind around the fact that it has been four years since I gazed into the sweet face of my first born daughter, heard her cry and held her in my arms. Those memories have become less vivid and I have less of an ability to recall so many…
A few months after we lost our first daughter, Sophie, Kevin and I went to see our counselor to continue to step into growing in this grieving journey together. It was a great emotional checkup. At one point I was sharing how I felt like a child most days, inwardly throwing tantrums of some sort…
This month, Jaden will be one year old. How life has changed in the span of a year! And how my grief has both changed and not changed. Getting to be Jaden’s mom has absolutely been one of the greatest joys of my life. He has brought fresh life and laughter to our home and…
Two days ago was Dasah’s 2nd birthday. It seemed like the day just crept up on us. Between caring for Jaden, the fullness of life as the holiday season approaches and increased lack of space in our lives, the space to grieve and even anticipate the grief was just not there. We had planned some…
4am. It happened. Perhaps it was because I had visited the girls gravesites for the first time in a few months the day before. Perhaps it was because I was hanging out with friends that evening in the Princess section of the Disney store and I couldn’t help but think of what it would be…
“And He buried him.” – Deuteronomy 34:6 *How many times have I read this and never noticed the “He” who buried Moses. The He… God Himself buried Moses. Did He come down? Was Moses with the Lord as he watched Him… Elohim, bury the shell of his body. Honor his life. Something inside of me…
