I was digging up potatoes from the garden, dirt under my nails, sweating under the summer sun. Florence, my baby, was napping, and I was enjoying the glory of my garden. It was planted a
By Jessica Paulraj In September 2014, we will celebrate our oldest son’s 3rd birthday. His name is Adam and from what medicine and logic predicted, he was not supposed to live past 2 months. Three
I’ve been thinking about death a lot lately. Sometimes at the end of the day, when I’m lying in bed, trying desperately to get comfortable without setting off a chain reaction of pain in my
I have found my voice somewhere in the rubble. This writing and sharing with you has been a great desire of my heart. I have been thinking about writing this post since we found out
I keep thinking, this has to get better. Something has got to give, mountains need to crumble, pain needs to cease. It’s time. And then, nothing. Worse, the mountain grows, looms like a devil. Florence
When the searing pain of grief makes a home in your heart, it tells you to push Truth away. The darkness calls you abandoned. How can this be? How could a God…why would a good
I feel the flame of the candle under my palm, close to burning. I have a candle to mark this season, and that is all. I have no Christmas objects, unless you count the
Birth is real and raw, often not calm and bright and silent in the night. Mary carried a child that was never hers, one she knew she would have to release. She would eventually watch
What is joy, when the world screams out? Joy isn’t found in the aisles of a store while I stock up on gifts and sale items. It isn’t found in the wrinkled sheets of nap
This is motherhood, too… That’s what this is supposed to be about, right? What motherhood is to me? I can tell you that motherhood is not at all what I thought it would be. As
I was given more than I can handle. I cannot handle the fact that my daughter was given a terminal diagnosis. I do not understand God’s ways, and why suffering happens when He is so
