So there I was, holding Mom’s journal and weeping because she had written this beautiful desire (and more than written on the pages of a journal, it was written on the tenderness of her heart) to minister to children in poverty. And it broke my heart that such a desire was left unsatisfied. Years ago,… Continue reading To the World in a Box: God’s Faithfulness in Death
Sometimes my mother’s passing still lurches me into sudden panic, like catching my shoe on the carpet. I flail. Even after I find my footing again, it takes a moment for my heart to remember that everything is alright and I still know how to walk. The process of going through my mom’s things has… Continue reading How to Split a Journal Twelve Ways: God’s Faithfulness in Death
