I am His

Grief has a way of transforming us. For me at times I felt like the fun-loving, bubbly, happy-go-lucky girl I used to be was just buried deep under grief, she was still there just underneath some pain. There are moments when I felt like I was only defined by brokenness; that my identity was “broken.” I prayed and sought Christ …

Holding Onto Hope

Hope- it’s what we live for and breath in. Hope- it’s what gets us up in the morning, when our bodies just want to give up and never see the light of day again. Hope- it’s what takes my thoughts from the grass beside my husband’s grave that imagines my grave and on it “she died from a broken heart” …