"Today I will rise. I will cry with hope because I know death does not have the final word. Not physical death, or the death of hopes and dreams attached to the stories I have told myself.
Will you rise again with me today? When the death of the story you have told yourself may be shattering at your feet? Will you cry with hope, trusting in a God who is writing your story for His glory?
Walk with me by faith... tell yourself one more time: you can do hard things—you already have."
Much love, Chrissy
Sometimes life takes you places you never expected…
This Easter season, I find myself once again in Pennsylvania—grateful for time with my grandson, yet carrying the quiet weight of all that is missing. Grief and gratitude sit side by side, and I’m learning there is room for both.
This is a story about love, loss, Good Friday, and the deep connection between a mother’s heart and the cross.
If you’ve ever wondered how joy and sorrow can coexist… or how God meets us in our broken places… I invite you to read this.
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We all have a story. One we asked for and one we didn't.
My dogs and I took off for a long walk through the forest. The world was quiet, except for my mouth-breathing protection brigade. 🐾
As we made our way back home, my gate opened to the magnificent view of our land and home. But my gaze shifted to a place in the field where the earth is scorched.
Not just with dying grass.
It is where a tectonic plate shifted in our life and family, and lava flowed out of grief all over me and those I love.
There were hopes and dreams there.
Wedding planning. The pitter-patter of little feet. Work and school schedules. Home-cooked meals. Laughter and tears.
Love bloomed there.
And then, in a moment, the story we envisioned became the story we never asked for.
The slideshow in my mind quickly flipped in slow motion to my frantic beating on their door, the officer creeping through my gate, the slow-motion fall to the ground, and the eerie wailing echoing through the forest.
The story they didn't ask for.
The story I didn't ask for.
But as I turned my gaze across the pasture, I saw our cross standing majestically on the hill.
And Holy Spirit reminded me of something I want to share with you today...
Even in the midst of the story I never wanted, GOD was there. And GOD is still here.
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