There are times in life when everything feels parched and lifeless. As autumn’s vibrant leaves fall, the landscape returns to desolation—bare branches stretch against gray skies, and fields lie quiet after the harvest. The quiet unease mirrors our heart’s fears ...
A few days after my husband died, I found this small card inside his little travel Bible. It felt like a comforting message from him. “I entrust you to God and the promise of His grace that is able to ...
I was on the East Plateau Trail following an established path in complete trust — Complete trust, you ask? Thank you for dialing in on that particular adjective, and the answer is 100% yes. Complete trust – The Green Mountain ...
Nineteen months without you and I still feel like I’m doing grief wrong most days. When I’m not sad, I feel guilty because I should be sad. When I’m sad, I feel guilty because I should be trying to focus ...
I am writing this on one of the many days etched deeply into my heart, mind, and soul. If you are from the southeastern United States, you will remember this as the day Hurricane Helene slammed our forests, neighborhoods, and ...
In fall, nature transforms with vibrant beauty—leaves turn brilliant shades of red and gold, then gently fall, making way for new growth. The air grows crisp, and days shorten, signaling a season of change. Fall’s transformation can be a picture ...
My reflections today: 10 people could tell me I am doing a good job and that they are proud of my single mothering and widowing, but those 10 never come close to filling that longing in my heart to hear ...
Grief waves sure are tricky little suckers. They really can sneak up on you out of the blue, sometimes out of absolutely nowhere. It's been a while since one has taken me out at the knees, but I don't expect ...
Another thing to hate: I still love to travel even though it is not nearly as enjoyable now. I now must navigate TSA alone, take off your shoes, no don’t, take off your jacket, oh no don’t, take out your ...
Permanent scarring of the skin. Telling stories of past experiences. Reading mottos, verses, and lyrics that touch our heart deeply. We become walking talking historical monuments of our own narrative. When grief strikes our lives, it can have the same ...