When you are sitting there alone and you are weeping, and the longing for your child is a thick and expanding heaviness in your chest threatening to erupt from your throat in silent, choking grief. When the missing him becomes a mountain of sadness that is looming over you and you whisper your child's name … Continue reading Let it Come
Yet the LORD will command his lovingkindness in the daytime, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life. Psalm 42:8 See the cure of sorrow. When the soul rests on itself, it sinks; if it catches hold on the power and promise of God, the head is kept … Continue reading The Help of His Countenance
"Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in trouble: mine eye is consumed with grief, yea, my soul and my belly. For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing:" Psalm 31:9-10 Psalms Chapter 31
Have you lost a child? Whether son or daughter, infant or of riper years, it is much the same — in any case, a portion of yourself is gone. How sharp the visitation! How short its work! The grave has opened and has closed again; yet closed it not before it received its tenant — … Continue reading The Death of Children | George Mylne, 1871
Faith must have as its object something bigger than self. Bigger than anyone or anything. Faith must trust in something bigger than death. There is no point in having a lot of faith in something little. Click here to read the whole thing.
Originally published September 30, 2016 "The grass seed sprouted into a neat and tidy patch of lawn; the rose bush limped along through the rest of summer, fall, and then winter. Then January. And a car crash. And our Hans was gone." Read the entire post here.
Right now here in Alaska, with our 24 hours of daylight, the songbirds sing all night long. For the past several weeks, a white crowned sparrow, who is apparently nesting near our bedroom window, has been keeping me awake at night. This morning, however, I awoke with a start. Something was wrong. It took me … Continue reading Songs in the Night
Hans took this picture while standing pretty much at the edge of a cliff overlooking Cook Inlet. That's his shadow in the lower right corner. He made a point of showing me this picture (smiling), knowing I would experience significant after-the-fact-terror. Despite the photo, faith is not a leap off a cliff. It is a … Continue reading What is This Thing Called Faith?
Let us hold fast the profession of our faith without wavering; (for he is faithful that promised;) Hebrews 10:23