Category: Spiritual Reflections
What I feared has come upon me; what I dreaded has happened to me. I have no peace, no quietness; I have no rest, but only turmoil. – Job, Chapter 3 Almost nine months after losing my two babies, I’m still looking for peace.
Precious Lord, take my hand, Lead me on, let me stand, I am tired, I am weak, I am worn; Through the storm, through the night, Lead me on to the light: Take my hand, precious Lord, lead me home. – Thomas A. Dorsey
When Things Fall Apart
This is a post that I’ve been sitting on for a while. In it I discuss some of the theological questions I have been having since losing my baby girls, specifically, God’s role in pain and suffering. (Although to be honest, this is an issue that I have been wrestling with for several years.) Just…