I do not know where I am going. But I need to go SOMEWHERE.
Read MoreFrom refusals and reluctances in accepting your will...
From anxiety about the future...
From resentment or excessive preoccupation with the past...
From restless self-seeking in the present moment...
From the fear of being asked to give more than I have...
From the fear of what Love demands...
Deliver me, Jesus.
Read MoreI am learning who I am. And who I am is new. And who I am needs change. Who I am needs “a new song.”
Read MoreWhile I was in labor for you, I was told that your vocation is LOVE. My beloved, I also believe that your vocation is to stir others to love more deeply, more simply, more greatly, and without cost. To love without reserve or condition. To reach out to the broken-hearted and hurting. To love people where they are and just sit with them in their mess. Their brokenness. Their hurt. Your love is moving mountains. Your love is moving me. Your love is changing me. Your love is teaching me to receive love. To allow myself to be loved.
Read MoreAs I end this year of 2017, which has undoubtedly been the hardest year of my life, let me remember that good also came from the pain I’ve endured. You did in fact live. Your life is the reason for my suffering. And I have had the honor of being your mother, and bringing you into this world physically, so you could rest forever eternally in heaven. And I wouldn’t change any of it, if it would mean that you never existed.
Read MoreI hated that moment of utter shame, and for some reason my heart is revisiting that space of heartbreak tonight when I felt complete despair and profound confusion. I hadn’t done anything wrong, and yet, I felt like I was being punished. I wanted to die in that moment.
Read MoreMerry Christmas, my baby girl...
Read MoreI went to the chapel one night, in the throes of my grief. Visceral memories of her delivery and remembering how I let God into the pain that day entered into my mind and heart. I felt the pain again. All of it. Physical, mental, spiritual, and emotional.
Read MoreLast week I was ambushed. Under attack. And I couldn’t escape it. Couldn’t find my way out.
My enemy was myself.
My mind. My thoughts. My fears. My anxiety. I made myself a prisoner. A slave to irrational behavior, motives, and beliefs.
Read MoreI would do it all again. If it all meant I could just carry you once more.
Read More“It has been said, 'time heals all wounds.' I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.” (Rose Fitzgerald Kennedy)
Read MoreYesterday, a friend wished the most beautiful words for me... “Relish in all you’ve been given through her being taken away.” And isn’t that a stark truth? There is always a gift to be received in the brokenness. Nothing is taken without a blessing given in return. Bittersweet. A two edged sword. A process that I am still learning.
Read MoreYou are more than just a picture. You are more than just a dream. You are a more than just a reflection of what I lost six months ago today...
Read MoreGrief, like the currents of an ocean, is unexpected. At one moment, all is calm and peaceful. Then without any warning, it becomes heavy, damaging, dangerous, uncontrollable, and life threatening. But no matter it’s state of motion, the ocean is ALWAYS beautiful. Even when it’s terrifying, and you are too timid to enter in... Not sure of what’s lurking under. Not sure of what’s coming next. Not sure if you will be able to keep your head above the water. Not sure if it might take you under and cause you to drown. Not sure if you will end up ALONE.
Read MoreSo is that why she sends us butterflies? To remind us that she is not dead? That she has experienced resurrection through the reward of eternal life? That she wants me to patiently wait in the darkness of the cocoon so I can see for myself that this “scarred heart really does have wings?” That God wants to take my wounds and cause beauty to rise from these ashes? That she and my Heavenly Father know that there is new life for me ahead? A healing I cannot imagine? That there is hope to be found? If I can just hang on?
Read MoreToday, I feel a flicker of light within me. It’s burning and brimming in a dark place hidden in the depths of my soul. And it’s begging to burn out of control into an all consuming fire. It wants to be seen. To be recognized. To be validated. For it’s presence to be allowed to shine out of me and onto my surroundings. Its a flicker of joy.
Read MoreTo my broken Sister...It’s not your fault. You didn’t do anything wrong. How could you have known that you would be powerless in the struggle? You didn’t know that something would be taken from you.
Read MoreI used to think I was invincible. That if I put my mind to it, I could overcome any obstacle. I was big enough, strong enough, and determined enough to face any battle straight ahead and defeat it. That was, until I faced the biggest battle of my life with burying one of my children...my baby.
Read MoreThis is an area that I often hesitate to enter. It’s because I’m still coming to terms with it. Not sure if I will ever accept it. But sometimes, I revisit it. I revisit what happened five days later...five days after bringing my baby girl silently into the world. Five days later, when we buried her tiny body.
Read MoreA week won’t make it better. A month doesn’t even touch it. And each day following doesn’t lessen its presence. And sadly, almost six months into it, the walls which once supported you will begin to fall and break away. Then, you are left alone. Exposed. Ashamed. Broken. With your heart in your hands and your head bowed low wondering, “Will no one comfort me in my misery?”
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