The joy of the Lord is your strength. Nehemiah 8:10
I am married, the mother of 8 children, and live at the foothills of the beautiful Adirondack Mountains in Upstate New York.
I love God. I believe Jesus is the Savior. It’s going to be flavored in some of my writing. But, there won’t be any Christian pat answers. It just confuses some and disappoints others.
Pain is universal. I carry upon my heart a wound so big that only God was sufficient to place his hand upon it. On September 26, 2005, my oldest son died unexpectedly at age 23.
I have come to learn that pain and suffering are a part of life. You can’t throw scriptures at it or pray it away. You walk through it with God.
I do not have a degree in therapy, psychology, psychiatry, or counseling. I am a mother who has walked through the valley of the shadow of death. “I am one beggar telling another beggar where to find bread.”*
We’re all on a path. Sometimes people stop and help us. Sometimes they don’t. I’d be delighted if you let me help you with some simple words of encouragement. No frills, no formulas, no pat answers. Only telling you what has helped me through – when it hurts.