Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.
For those who are wondering where my “mothers who grieve” post went, I accidentally posted it before I finished it.
I will be posting it on Monday!
When life feels like a deck of cards thrown up into the air and scattered all over the floor, nothing feels certain.
It’s true, life is sometimes like that.
This is when we remember the things that are certain. It will make you begin to believe again that life is worth living. That all is not lost.
He’s got the whole world ..
.. in His hands.
A wife who loses a husband is called a widow. A husband who loses a wife is called a widower. A child who loses his parents is called an orphan. There is no word for a parent who loses a child. That’s how awful the loss is.
I wish I could explain.
But if there isn’t a word, then how can I?
There are many difficult experiences in life. We all live with shadows.
But the death of a child… everyone shutters at that one.
Life goes on, but there is a continual shadow on the heart.
Originally posted on when it hurts:
Suffering is part of life. We don’t understand why. It just is.
But beyond the here and now, there is more.
Sometimes, we become very focused on our suffering and dwell on it. It helps to look up and remember humanity has suffered since the beginning of time.
There has to be more than what we see.
There has to be more than we understand.
Maybe not having the answers is the answer.