In the Land of Grief: The Lion Roars

The hues of death take me to lands I’ve never before traveled. Mountains of grief snatch air from my chest the higher I climb. Valleys of sorrow hide the sun from my face. Who are you, Death? What have you done to my family? Have you come solely for the purpose of breaking our hearts?…

Because He Is

Because He is my strength, I am able to get out of bed in the morning. Because He is my rock, I am not sinking into depression. Because He is my shield, I am not pierced by worry or fear. Because He is the One who ran to my dad with arms wide open, my family…

Finding Peace in Life’s Debris

Last week,  I saw countless Facebook friends sharing their results from “find out the status update you will be posting in ten years.” As I scrolled through the comical posts,  I wondered what made this so popular. What else could it be other than our secret desire to flip to the last page of our lives and…