Considering my east-coast background, I should have been bored with this low key, unpretentious tea party. This was unlike any gal bash I had known. Where was the raucous laughter, the husband bashing, the competitive undercurrent, the off-color humor, the wine coolers, the gossip? It was my first day of school. I was in the right place.
It had burrowed deep. Pete could feel it lodged beneath his ribcage. It was dark and heavy and threatening. Sometimes it would claw its way up to his throat and he would begin to shake. It was hard not to run. His boy was sick. Only four years old and he was taking it like …
Here is another short excerpt from my book Never Ceasing: God’s Faithfulness in Grief Forward. That is the direction I need to be moving. Forward is where our son is. Forward is where I will see my Savior, face to face. Moving forward is not the same as moving on. Moving on is putting the …
You Can Trust Him 