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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Have you ever wondered if you missed the mark as a parent? In this post, I share a 2 a.m. airport drive, two weeks of relentless prayer, and a baptism I almost didn’t get invited to witness. Through it all, God reminded me that He is faithful, hearts can be softened, and even in the desert, His love pursues our children.
If He can do it for me, He can do it for you.
When Death Knocks Again
"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