For Liz — Her Words, Her Light
On the 8th anniversary of my daughter’s passing, I share her own words from her 2015. I hear a girl clawing her way back to herself: brave, raw, and stubbornly hopeful. She called herself a “victor” when many had taught her to feel small.
When It Feels Like God Rejected Us
When It Feels Like God Rejected Us - A raw, compassionate reflection on grief, God, and the feeling of being cast away. For those wrestling with faith after unimaginable loss.