In the Middle of Faith That Feels Fragile
Grief can strip faith down to its barest bones.
Before we lost Haven, I thought my faith was steady enough. I knew the right verses, sang the worship songs without hesitation, and believed, in theory, that God was good in every season. But if I’m honest, even before this loss my faith wasn’t as strong as it probably should have been. I feel ashamed admitting that. I loved God, but there were parts of my faith that were comfortable, routine, and mostly untested.
In the Middle of Postpartum Without a Baby
No one prepares you for postpartum without a baby.
They prepare you for sleepless nights and cluster feeding. For diapers and swaddles and the dizzying love that makes the exhaustion holy. They prepare you for healing “because your body just did an incredible thing.” But no one tells you what it is to heal when your arms are empty.
In the Middle of Fresh Grief
Four months ago, I gave birth to a baby who did not cry. There are sentences that split your life into a before and an after. That is one of mine…