Learning To Live After Loss
As long as there is pain and suffering in this world, there is a need for us to tell our stories. And this is mine.
Learning To Live After Loss
As long as there is pain and suffering in this world, there is a need for us to tell our stories. And this is mine.
A New Song
I waited and waited on Yahweh God. He heard my cry and picked me up out of the pit. He set my feet on solid ground and put a song of praise in my heart. I cannot help but testify to the Truth of this miracle. It is my prayer that many will see and hear and put their trust in Him.
Adapted from Psalm 40:1-3 ESV
A New Song
I waited and waited on Yahweh God. He heard my cry and picked me up out of the pit. He set my feet on solid ground and put a song of praise in my heart. I cannot help but testify to the Truth of this miracle. It is my prayer that many will see and hear and put their trust in Him.
Adapted from Psalm 40:1-3 ESV
My learning to live after loss blog
- Tells the raw and honest story of my survival after my son died
- Shows how I discovered joy and sorrow can coexist
- Discusses the sufficiency of God’s grace in my life
- Gives practical ways I learned to manage my grief journey
- Describes what others did and did not do and still do to help me when I am suffering
- Shares how God’s plan for living eternally is my not so secret for survival and how that can be your focus too.
A Word About My Logo
Still desperate in our attempts to ensure he would be remembered, we invited family, friends, and teammates over to help us plant an oak tree on the first anniversary of Nicholas’s death. We chose the oak because of its symbolism of strength and endurance in God’s Word.
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