On February 18th, my whole world changed. My hero dad closed his eyes to this world and opened them to heaven.
I had no idea grief felt so much like fatigue. I didn’t know it would make me feel hollow. My brain knew what death was, but my heart was unaware that death was such a tearing—and an emptying.
Even though it’s been a few weeks, I am still stupefied by the fog I am walking through. It just feels thick and like life should be in slow motion.
Hi there, dear ones. Jennifer here. The post I’m sharing with you this week is one I wrote a few years ago, but felt the need to share with you again. Given the messages and comments I’ve received lately, it seemed relevant to what so many of you are dealing with. My prayer is that if you’re newer to our community of sisters and reading it for the first time that it will encourage your heart. If this isn’t your first time to read it, I pray the Lord will use it in a fresh way to minister to you. So thankful for each of you.
Sometimes the things life throws at us can make us feel like God isn’t being fair. She got the job, and I didn’t. Her health is fine, and I have a chronic illness. The list could go on and on forever… we’ve all be there!
You’re frustrated, confused, sad, or discouraged, but you desperately want to keep trusting God and His Word. What do you do?
I’ve been on the phone a lot lately with a friend who is going through the messy aftermath of a hurtful break up.
The man she thought she was going to marry wasn’t close to the man he turned out to be.
Not only is she dealing with the grief of a lost relationship of a future husband, but also the loss of the man she thought she loved, a man she now has to accept as a fraud. Isn’t that hard? Have you been there?
