faith / Grief / Widowhood

The Forgotten Widow

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My newfound marital status has opened my eyes to an overlooked demographic in the church. I’m talking about the widow. Oh, how this must break the heart of the Father! […]

Anorexia / faith / Grief / Trauma

The Thorn: When God Doesn’t Heal the Wound

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Guest post by Kat Smith I wish this was easier; I wish God would just provide healing and escape. But maybe I won’t ever find peace on this earth. Maybe […]

faith / Grief

My Story: The Pastor’s Widow

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 If I told you my story… I see my life in three chapters. Chapter one was my life before Jeremy. Chapter two was my life with Jeremy. Chapter three is […]

Grief / Marriage

Dancing in the Minefields

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Today would have been our 25th anniversary. My first without him. I’ve been dreading this day. I was afraid I would spend the whole day weeping over what I’ve lost; […]

cancer / Grief / Sermon

Who Is My Neighbor?

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Who is my neighbor? This season of profound grief has made me take a new look at some old Scriptures. One of those passages is a story Jesus told in […]

Anorexia / Grief / Parenting

I Choose Faith

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Three years ago, I was sitting in a hospital room, in the middle of a miscarriage, facing the very real possibility that we were about to lose our fourteen-year-old to […]

Grief

Bountiful Provision

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As you can imagine, it breaks my heart that my girls have had their childhood innocence stolen by loss. Sometimes I think I grieve their loss even more than I […]

Grief / Parenting

The Kids Are Watching

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Today, I thought it would be good to get the girls out of the house after a really tough week. So, we went tubing, did a little consignment shopping and […]

Building Bridges

Open Letter to My Daughters

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Marry a guy like your daddy. I know you already know that. But by the time you’re ready to marry you may have forgotten a few things, so I decided […]

Grief / poetry

My Husband’s Hands

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My Husband’s Hands A man’s hands tell so much about him. For as long as I can remember, I said I would only marry a man whose hands were as […]

Building Bridges

Hey Dad, What’s It Like?

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Hey dad, What’s it like up there in Heaven? Is it better than you could have imagined? Is everyone really always happy? Hey dad, What’s it like hanging out with […]

Grief

Daddy Doll

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Meet “Daddy Doll.” When Korinna was a baby, we were shopping at a department store and we heard her calling from the cart “Dada, Dada!” We turned just in time […]