Thinking Eternity
“Christopher would love this. I wish he were here to experience it with me.” Tears streamed down my face and in that moment, God whispered, “Chrissy, don’t you think that Chris is thinking the same thing?
Every day there is a moment when I think, “Christopher would love this.” My heart aches for him to be in those moments. If you have experienced loss, I’m sure you can relate.
Then I am reminded of God’s promise of heaven.
Broken and Hurting Does Not Equal Contagious
I walked into juvenile court today. My heart heavy, yet full of hope. Young boys shackled together by chains around their wrist and ankles. All of them dressed in matching jumpsuits, their faces full of fear and hurt.
My World Went Dark…
In Memory Of The First Son To Ever Hear My Heartbeat
Christopher Parrish Barrow
The day you were born was filled with hope and joy. Hope for my future at the young age of 18 and hope for yours.
My world went dark March 21, 2016.
I can feel the anxiety and panic in the air as it rises up in my body. I vacillated between knowing something was terribly wrong and hope.
I ache to hold you. My tears still spill unexpectedly.
Violent/Broken/Bloodied/Bruised/Restored
“Your son is dead. We think he may have swerved to miss a deer and lost control”. Collapse, shock, saltwater waves pouring over my head sucking me under, burning my lungs, stinging my eyes. I want reach out to comfort others around me that are feeling the impact but I can feel nothing, hear nothing. Paralysis.
Breaking The Stronghold
In Matthew 10:37, the bible says, “Anyone who loves their father or mother more than me is not worthy of me; anyone who loves their son or daughter more than me is not worthy of me.” This verse struck my heart. My sin piercing deep. Great remorse spilled forth. The sorrow of my sin that once again proved me unworthy of the grace Jesus so freely pours out on me. I knew I loved Jesus, I knew I was saved by grace, but I wanted to learn to love Jesus more than anything, even my own flesh and blood. My children.