The Gift of Deeper Community
I’ve received many gifts as a result of my suffering, but I can attest that the deeper community I’ve experienced because of it is high on the list. As a reminder, I read my original story of losing Anna posted by Hope Mommies in 2018. One of the highlights even then was how the church around me truly changed me and ushered me into a new world of deeper community. A community who carried me through my grief, learned what biblical joy and lament truly means, and provided practically, financially, emotionally, and spiritually for me for years. Because of the support I ...
Nourished by Christ in My Wilderness of Anxiety
About four years ago, I experienced my first, full-blown panic attack. Those experiences accumulated and I grew to have increasing difficult with leaving my home. I remember willfully dumping myself into the passenger seat to be driven to my parents’ nearby home—only two minutes later to feel an urgent pull within for the car to be turned around. Or I remember my husband and I taking our trotting dog for a walk, yards from our home, unable to carry a simple conversation because of the mental pain.
For many Hope Moms, anxiety of various proportions can come as one of ...
A Prayer For the One Who Feels Forsaken
For the one who feels forsaken:
Jesus has felt forsaken too. In Matthew 27:46 and Mark 15:34, Jesus feels death creeping in while hanging on the cross. He quotes Psalm 22:1 as He cries out, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”
Let that sink in.
Jesus, the person who is unequivocally closest to God and one with Him, felt forsaken.
When your world crashes down and there seems to be no saving grace, no fire escape, and no one to shield you from the fire, cry out to God just as Jesus and the Psalmist did. When you feel like God is far from you and elusive, ...
His Perfect Plan
There are those precious moments, memories that we cling to—that we pour over, again and again. Some of them are full of joy, sweet memories that make us wish we could just turn back time, to experience the moment with greater clarity. Some of those moments are terribly difficult, the emotions still so strong despite any length of time separating us from them. Each memory—whether one that brings us to our knees in sorrow, or one that brings to remembrance the simple joys of motherhood—is so precious. Memories, even the difficult and painful ones, contain a remarkable ...
Reflecting on God’s Faithfulness
Welcome to Hope Mommies In the Word devotionals. Over the next few weeks, we will be meditating on Psalm 77 together. As we study these truths together, we’d love you to use the comments as a place to dialogue with us about what you are learning and share your answers to the questions below. We pray that you hearts will be encouraged as you dig into God's Word each week with us!
“I will remember the deeds of the LORD,” Psalm 77:11a
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Asaph had no framework to understand how to respond to his grief. What He had known about God’s character was being ...
The Gift of Endurance
It wasn’t until many days after the burial of my son that I began to feel the deep grief and suffering. Things had moved too fast up to that point to process the magnitude of what had just occurred. One day, we learned our son had passed away. A few days later he was born, and a few days after that we honored his life with a small graveside service. Yet, when the phone stopped dinging and the casseroles stopped appearing, and I could finally well, just stop, it was then that the heaviness of our loss was truly felt, really felt for the first time.
The dictionary ...
A Prayer for the One Who Feels Alone
Dear Grieving Mama,
Do you feel alone? I felt an aloneness that permeated to the core of my bones when my son was stillborn. My husband had to go home to be with our daughters and the nurses moved me to the end of the hall so I wouldn’t hear the other babies crying for their moms when it was time to nurse. Instead of snuggling a newborn baby, I lay alone in a bed with grief deeper than I thought possible.
As the moments turned into hours and the hours into days, the fog of grief lifted and I remembered I was never alone. My Lord Jesus was always with me. He wrapped me ...