How Losing My Daughters Changed What I Believe About God and the Bible
What is it about tragedy that changes people? Is it the initial shock? The searing pain that feels like a raging fire in the soul? The tears that line our cheeks and stick to the skin of our faces? The unstoppable convergence of every dark human emotion in a single moment and then the attenuation…
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
Holding On to Hope
Sometimes I have a hard time sleeping at night. The flashbacks – they’re intrusive. In them, I’m still pregnant and it’s always the same.
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…