One of the hardest parts of grief is this: just when you think you're doing okay… a wave comes. A song. A scent. A memory. A date on the calendar. Suddenly the grief you thought had softened comes rushing back, and you find yourself wondering, Why does it still hurt this much? If this has happened to you, please know something important: this is not a setback. This is how grief works. It's part of the journey. One of the most confusing things about grief is that it rarely mov

Why You’re So Tired — And It’s Not Weakness   If you are walking through grief and feel constantly tired, please hear this: you are not lazy, unmotivated, or lacking faith.   You are carrying something heavy.   Grief is not only emotional. It is physical. It is mental. It is spiritual. And it is exhausting. You may experience:   Emotional fatigue.  Feeling “on” for others drains you. Smiling when your heart aches takes energy. Brain fog.  Forgetting appointments. Struggling t

There’s a quiet fear many grievers carry but rarely say out loud.   What if healing means I’m forgetting them?   What if the tears don’t come as often? What if laughter returns? What if the sharp ache softens? Does that mean my love is fading?   For many, the pain feels like proof. Proof that they mattered. Proof that the love was real. And so, without even realizing it, we can cling to the intensity of grief because it feels like staying close.   Others fear something differ

Six years ago today, my world changed in ways I never could have imagined. It was the day my sweet Melanie ran ahead to Heaven. And even now, six years later, I miss her as much today as I did the first moment I realized she no longer breathed the air on this earth. Time has not softened that truth. Love does not diminish simply because days turn into years.   There are still moments when I long to hear her voice, to see her smile, to watch her move through the world in the w

Have you found yourself asking, Who am I after loss? When grief changes everything it’s a question many of us find ourselves asking when we thought we knew about ourselves. Loss has a way of quietly rewriting our identity, leaving us wondering whether the person we once were still exists beneath the weight of sorrow.

A few years ago, I realized something that surprised me: the anticipation of the anniversary is often harder than the actual day itself. If you’ve noticed this too, you’re not imagining it—and you’re not failing at grief.

When we think of grief, the first emotion that often comes to mind is sadness. And while sadness is certainly part of the journey, it is far from the whole picture. Grief is not a single note—it is a symphony of emotions, layered and complex, rising and falling in ways that can take us by surprise.

I’ve often thought that grief can feel like a heavy shadow that refuses to lift. In the early days of loss, it may seem impossible to imagine a future where happiness could exist again. Every breath feels weighted, every step exhausting. Yet even in the deepest valleys, God plants something that has the power to keep us moving forward: hope.

A new year can feel like an unspoken expectation—to be stronger, to do better, to move on. But grief does not follow the calendar.

The holiday season comes clothed in glittering lights, familiar hymns, and cherished traditions. It is often spoken of as a season of joy and celebration, rich with togetherness and expectation. Yet for those walking through grief, this sacred season meets a tender heart, and the holidays can feel heavy, quiet, and anything but joyful. Grief has a way of amplifying everything, and during the holidays, it speaks louder. Every ornament pulled from a box carries a memory. Every

The Christmas season has a way of magnifying what and who is missing. Everywhere we turn, people are celebrating “the most wonderful time of the year,” yet for those grieving, it can feel like the heaviest. The lights may sparkle, but our hearts don’t always shine the same way they once did. And the tension between what the world expects and what our souls can carry becomes especially real. One of the hardest parts of the holidays is figuring out how to handle invitations, ga

It’s hard to believe we’ve already turned the page to December. Thanksgiving has passed, and now Christmas is quickly approaching — another holiday at our heels, another one to get through. For many, this is a season filled with excitement and joy. But for those of us who have lost someone we love; it can also bring a deep ache that seems to grow louder with each twinkling light and familiar carol.

In just a couple of days, families will gather around tables filled with food, laughter, and stories. Yet for many, this week feels different. There’s an empty place where a loved one once sat — a silence that speaks louder than any words.

Friends, every year around this time, I’m reminded how the holidays can stir both joy and heartache. When the holidays feel heavy, all I can think about is how many of us will miss our loved ones on Thanksgiving and the empty chair facing us.

The Thanksgiving season invites us to count our blessings, to reflect on God’s goodness, and to gather with those we love. But when grief is part of our story, these traditions can feel bittersweet. How do we give thanks when our hearts are broken?

For many, this is a time of joy and connection. But for those who are grieving, the holidays can be overwhelming and feel like a season we quietly brace ourselves for.

Have you ever found yourself asking questions you never thought you’d ask? Questions that seem to echo into silence—like “Why, Lord?” or “How am I supposed to go on?” The questions grief brings has a way of opening our hearts to things we never imagined needing to ask. I’m currently reading the book, The Girl on the Bathroom Floor . It’s the heartbreaking story of the Smith family who lost their 3-year-old boy in a drowning accident. Amber Smith writes with such a profound gu

Grief has a way of narrowing our vision. In the midst of loss, it can feel as though the world has been drained of color, leaving only shades of sorrow. Ordinary moments that once brought delight may now feel hollow, and the weight of absence overshadows everything else. Yet even in the valley of sorrow, God offers us glimpses of beauty—the power of small joys in grief that whisper hope into our hurting hearts. I remember days when getting out of bed felt like an impossible t

When the loss of someone we love turns our world upside down, and when our faith feels fragile, grief has a way of shaking us at the core. We may find ourselves asking questions we never imagined we’d ask: Where are You, God? Why did this happen? How do I go on from here?

When loss first enters our lives, it can feel like the very air has been taken from our lungs. Grief has a way of pressing down so heavily that even the simple act of breathing feels like too much.