
You’re mothering without your mother,
building a life she never got to see
and somewhere between the grief and
the getting-up, you’re learning that
God has been here the whole time
You can be grateful and completely gutted at the same time — nobody warns you about that part. You hold your baby and feel joy and grief overlapping in the same breath, missing the person who should be here to see this. And somehow you keep showing up for everyone else, running on empty, still holding it all together.
I write about that. The grief, the getting-up, and the slow, honest work of learning to trust God through both. Not as someone who has it all figured out but as someone still living it.

You’re mothering
without your mother,
building a life she never got to see
and somewhere between the grief and the getting-up,
you’re learning that
God has been here the whole time
You can be grateful and completely gutted at the same time — nobody warns you about that part. You hold your baby and feel joy and grief overlapping in the same breath, missing the person who should be here to see this. And somehow you keep showing up for everyone else, running on empty, still holding it all together.
I write about that. The grief, the getting-up, and the slow, honest work of learning to trust God through both. Not as someone who has it all figured out but as someone still living it.
You found this place for a reason.
Grief has a way of bringing you somewhere like this — late at night, after the kids are asleep, searching for something you can’t quite name. You love God, you do. But lately faith has felt more like something you say than something you actually feel in your body. You’re mothering through exhaustion, you’re missing someone who was supposed to be here for this, and you are doing it all without a roadmap.
This is not the part of life that makes it into the family photo. This is everything in between.
Pull up a chair. You are not alone.
Start here
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A Christian Mother’s Testimony of Grief, Faith and Healing
Within nine months, I lost both my parents — thousands of miles away, pregnant, with a toddler in my arms. It felt cruel. It felt unbearable. But this is also my testimony: God never left me in the storm. And grief, I learned, can become the very place where faith begins to grow.
“Weeping may last through the night, but joy comes in the morning.”
PSALM 30: 5

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A Christian Mother’s Testimony of Grief, Faith and Healing
Within nine months, I lost both my parents — thousands of miles away, pregnant, with a toddler in my arms. It felt cruel. It felt unbearable. But this is also my testimony: God never left me in the storm. And grief, I learned, can become the very place where faith begins to grow.
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Finding Contentment: 10 Lessons I Have Learned From Slowing Down
I was good at it — the milestones, the career, the identity of a woman who had everything figured out. What I never saw coming was the day I would walk away from all of it. But in the quiet of a life I never planned, something I had been missing finally came into view.
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I Carried This Bible for Twenty Years and Regret Not Opening It on Day One
March 23, 2006 — the date written inside the cover of a Bible I received at twelve and did not truly open for nearly twenty years. What followed were degrees, careers, continents, and loss. This is the story of what it cost me. And what I found when I finally came home to it.
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