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Strength in the Sorrow: Psalm 37:23-24
God's Word is sufficient for our every need, even those that follow the heartbreaking loss of a child. In this series, Hope Moms share about the way God, through His life-giving Word, has provided them with the strength, comfort, encouragement, and hope they needed as they walk through the valley of loss and grief."My soul melts away for sorrow; strengthen me according to Your word!" Psalm 119:28
“The Lord makes firm the steps of the one who delights in Him; though he may stumble, he will not fall, for the Lord upholds him with His hand.” Psalms 37:23-24
Anger coursed through me as I paced back and forth ...
Our All-Present God
God has invited us to be captivated by the greatness of His character and what we believe about God has the greatest potential to shape our suffering. Although we will never be able to thoroughly grasp the fullness of His glory on this side of eternity, He has given us glimpses of His glory in the revelation of His Word. In this series, we will dive into ten attributes of God and discover what hope they offer us in our sorrow and how knowing and believing these truths about who God is can provide great comfort in the midst of grief.
In 2015, just five months after getting married, I went on an overseas medical mission as part of my service ...
He Will Rise Up to Show You Compassion
God’s Word is filled with rich promises for His children. How do these “precious and very great promises” inform and direct your grief? How does keeping your eyes fixed on these truths anchor your hope in the Lord? In this series, we write about how God, through the promises in His Word, comforts and strengthens us in our sorrow.
In four years, I suffered four pregnancy losses, gave birth to my healthy daughter, Lily, was diagnosed with cancer, underwent a total hysterectomy, and consequently lost my ability to conceive and bear more children. And hot flashes.
I’d like to say I held fast to verses like James 1:2-4 ...
It Is Well, Even When It Isn’t
I was pregnant for the fourth time in under three years. I’d had a chemical pregnancy, then I had my daughter, Lily, then I had a miscarriage. It was the day of my six-week appointment. I spent the morning daydreaming about being in that darkened ultrasound room, holding my husband’s hand, and seeing the rapid flutter of our healthy baby’s heartbeat on the sonographer’s screen.
Then there was blood. Not a lot, but not none.
I placed 18-month-old Lily in her highchair with her milk and lunch and began circling the kitchen island praying fervently, almost chanting, for all to be well. My husband came home from work and ...