Faith Grief & Loss
“You Are, I Am”
A vivid dream of a lion, a psalm about protection, and a song called 'You Are, I Am' — God was speaking, even when I thought he wasn't listening.
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Finding God in the Depths
Losing my brother to suicide tested my faith in ways I never imagined, but God is drawing glory from the mire — even when I can't see how.
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When a Mom Dies Young
Hearing the story of a young mother dying from breast cancer stirred my deepest fear: that my motherless history could repeat itself, and my babies would navigate this world without me.
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Unqualified
I was unqualified for motherhood — a motherless overachiever with more trust in her resume than in God. But he continually chooses the most unqualified to bear his glory.
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Feeling Guilty for What I'm Not
Motherhood has a way of magnifying every inadequacy. I'm learning to celebrate the gifts God gave me instead of drowning in guilt over the woman I'm not.
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Rarefied Air
Climbing Pikes Peak taught me something about growing up motherless: it's harder to breathe in rarefied air, but the thin atmosphere makes it easier to hear God's voice.
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Uncomfortably Numb
Mothering two young children has dulled my once-sharp mind and stalled my writing career. But chasing perfection is the real enemy — and God is bigger than the zombie zone of early motherhood.
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The Bright One
I finally learned the gender of the baby I lost between my two children — a girl. Naming her Lena Karen gave her a wholeness that grief alone could never provide.
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Doing What Requires the Most Faith
A hospital tour sent me spiraling back to my son's traumatic birth. As my daughter's arrival nears, I'm learning that the path requiring the most faith is exactly where God wants me.
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The Privilege of Pregnancy
Insensitive comments about weight, body changes, and bleak predictions nearly eclipsed the joy of my first pregnancy. Carrying life is a privilege — not an invitation for unsolicited negativity.
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