Sometimes it just hurts. I miss you. I wonder what life would be like if you had gotten to stay. Who would you be? Who would I be? I wish I knew. I will. Someday. On days like today I wonder if it was even worth it. Loving I mean. Is the love worth the... Continue Reading →
I have a hard time with this - reconciling suffering with an all-sovereign God who loves me. Questions toy with my mind and my heart. Was this much suffering necessary? For this long? In this way? It must have been, because otherwise God would never have allowed it. Was it ordained? Is it purposeful? Must... Continue Reading →
As a mother, it is hard for me to watch my son struggle. Autism has brought many challenges for him, and sometimes it’s heart wrenching to watch. Despite his objections, we must help him learn how to eat, how to dress, how to advocate for his needs. He can’t do these things by himself, or... Continue Reading →
Everyone knows that in most grieving, there is a season of anger. There’s always been one for me. It comes when I begin to wrestle with tough questions about God and life. Why so much suffering? Why doesn’t He stop it, in His sovereignty? How can He listen to my cry without taking action if... Continue Reading →
The Misplaced Mom 