Testimony Tuesday
I once saw a movie or video clip that made a lasting impression on me. They first showed the view while walking through the streets of a specific city or town. It was dirty, scary, and broken. Then they showed the view at night from a mountain. Lights everywhere, something mysterious, breathtakingly beautiful. The same city but different viewpoints, different perspectives.
My view of heaven has been very limited. Maybe it’s like that with many people. I remember thinking previously, what are we going to do all the time for eternity? –almost worried ...
Book Review: “An Inheritance of Tears,” by Jessalyn Hutto
An Inheritance of Tears: Trusting the Lord of Life When Death Visits the Womb by Jessalyn Hutto, is a brief book of about 100 pages packed with Scriptural, gospel-centered perspective for women who have experienced baby loss. In five chapters, Hutto takes us through theology for death and suffering as a woman who is, sorrowfully, very familiar with baby loss due to miscarriage.
Our Limited Understanding
Hutto acknowledges that when we have experienced something so traumatic in our lives, our minds tend to want to fill the gap in understanding, meaning we seek to grasp&...
Testimony Tuesday {Sarah’s Retreat Experience}
March 23, 2015: My daughter, Eisley Hope, was born at 31 weeks. I went into preterm labor and much to our surprise, she was delivered with a chromosome abnormality and fatal diagnosis. After 12 sweet days, I held my girl for the 4th and final time while “Oceans” by Hillsong played on repeat in the background. To say my faith was shaken is an understatement. The first 15 years of my life, I was a part of a reformed church, and I understood that having a "crisis of faith" supposedly meant that I wasn't saved. I should be blessed to have such affliction and ...
Testimony Tuesdays {Hope Box Gathering}
Some days are more memorable than others. This was just such a day. Because on this day, I put hope in a box and tied it up with a jute twine bow.
This day was years in the making.
This day was the culmination of months and months of planning. This day, wishing turned into reality. This day helped give my pain meaning. This day helped give my baby's death purpose. Somehow, putting hope in a box and tying it up with a bow for another mother who lost her baby helped answer the "why" of losing mine.
I wish there were not a need for one more ...