Suffering with hope

When the Path is Dark – Remember

Disoriented. Numb. Somber. There are few words to describe where my heart has been lately. I feel inadequate to describe all the reasons why or how I have gotten to this place but, even if was able, the circumstances aren’t the point. The point is that even as Christians, we can face feelings of despair.… Continue reading When the Path is Dark – Remember

Hope When It Hurts, Marriage

Grief is Not a Sign of Unbelief – Walking Through Loss in Marriage

Then Job arose and tore his robe and shaved his head and fell on the ground and worshiped. (Job 1 v 20-22) When loss comes, grief is often not far behind. Though the shock of pain or the adrenalin of the survival instinct may make us appear strong for a time, grief—“the inward desolation that… Continue reading Grief is Not a Sign of Unbelief – Walking Through Loss in Marriage

Suffering with hope, Together Through the Storms

Our Hope In Life and Marriage

Together Through the Storms CHAPTER 1 Our Hope in Life and Marriage I know that you can do all things, and that no purpose of yours can be thwarted. I had heard of you by the hearing of the ear, but now my eye sees you; therefore I despise myself and repent in dust and… Continue reading Our Hope In Life and Marriage

Suffering with hope

Grief is Not a Sign of Unbelief

“Then Job arose and tore his robe and shaved his head and fell on the ground and worshiped. And he said, ‘Naked I came from my mother’s womb, and naked shall I return.’ The Lord gave and the Lord has taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord.’” Job 1:20-22 When loss comes, grief… Continue reading Grief is Not a Sign of Unbelief

Suffering with hope

When Words of Comfort Feel More Like Salt in a Wound

We sat in the doctor’s office, exhausted by the constant struggles with our son, only to hear the doctor say, “I think you just need to give him more to do.” I don’t know if he could actually see the steam coming out of my ears and the tears building up, but I couldn’t believe… Continue reading When Words of Comfort Feel More Like Salt in a Wound