Hollow But Not Empty

It was ten years ago this morning that the Doppler couldn’t find my son’s heartbeat.

Of Sorrow and Questions and the Hardest Faith

It is in the doubt and the fear and the anger that we must turn to the Truth. It shines like the tiniest candle in the darkness of grief, and if we keep forcing our eyes back to it, the light grows brighter and we gain understanding and wisdom.

In the Morning

He says He will wipe all tears from our eyes. Scarred hands strong to save tenderly wiping away every heartache. We will know no more sorrow– just pure joy untainted by any drop of grief. Oh for that day– Oh for those gentle mighty hands– Oh for that joy! Draw me in, dear Lord. Draw […]