those that wait upon the Lord
After we lost Phebe, I had a vivid dream in which I was running in a marathon. As I was running, I passed by people to my left and right, and my eyes brightened as the finish line came into view. Excitement began beating within my chest, then it happened - I fell. I
the joy of the Lord.
Last year, I was worshipping at a Jesus Culture concert and a woman seated behind me leaned over and said the following in my ear: “The Lord will restore your joy.” She had no idea that I was struggling with contentment and joy at that time, and all I could do was thank her for being
it’s ok not to be ok.
Grief is a like roller coaster. One moment you’re up, the next you’re down and another you’re coasting waiting on the next wave of emotion to come. I’m so thankful for our family, friends, and church community during this time. They’ve been here day in and day out to pray for us, bring us food,
untitled.
How do you say goodbye when you’ve never even said hello? She has my husband’s eyes and lips, my nose and chin with a head full of beautiful black hair. At 34 weeks she was already 18 inches long and was beginning to put on weight in preparation for her estimated arrival in 6 weeks.