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Family Didn’t Show Up — But I’m Still Standing
Family is supposed to be the safe place. The ones who rush in when life falls apart. The ones who check in, pray for you, bring you tea, and sit in silence when words are too heavy. But sometimes… family is quiet. You go through grief. You lose someone you love. Your world feels like it’s shattering. And the very people you expected to lean on are nowhere to be found. And that’s what I’ve had to sit with. The silence. The absence. The disappointment. But here’s what I’ve realized: Just because they share your blood doesn’t mean they understand your burden. Just because you’ve always shown up for them,…
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When God Feels Quiet, But You Keep Believing
There are seasons when you pray with all your might… and the silence is louder than anything you’ve ever heard. You try to listen. You look for signs. You search for comfort in the scriptures, the songs, the sermons— and yet, it still feels like God is quiet. That’s where I am. I’m walking through one of the hardest storms of my life— grieving the loss of my sister, carrying the pain of my son’s situation, and trying to hold myself together when everything feels like it’s falling apart. But still… I believe. I believe that silence isn’t absence. I believe that delay isn’t denial. I believe that even in…
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When They Didn’t Check On Me: Grief, Strength & Separation
When They Didn’t Check On Me: Grief, Strength & Separation Some storms you walk through with people holding your hand. Others… you walk through alone. Losing my sister has shattered me. Navigating my son’s situation has stretched me beyond what I thought I could bear. And yet—through all of this—what’s hurt the most might be the silence from the people I thought would be there. Only a few called to check on me. The rest stayed quiet. And I kept waiting… hoping someone would show up with a word, a prayer, or even just a “How are you holding up?” But they didn’t. And that’s okay. Because through this grief,…
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When the Walls Close In: A Mother’s Silent Storm
There are moments in life that shake you to your core. Moments when the air feels too thick to breathe, when your mind says “Trust God”— but your heart can’t stop screaming, “Why?” Right now, I’m in one of those moments. I can’t stop the tears. I can’t calm the ache. I can’t seem to quiet the emotions that won’t let me sleep. I keep asking myself, Will it be okay? What can I do? How do I stay strong when everything inside me feels so fragile? I know I’m not the only one carrying a pain that feels invisible to the world. There’s a special kind of heaviness that…
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When Grief Meets Grace: Finding Strength to Heal Through the Letting Go
Grief has a way of knocking the wind out of your spirit. It arrives like a storm, uninvited and unrelenting, and suddenly you’re walking through days that feel heavier than your heart can hold. But in the midst of sorrow, there is also strength — not your own, but the kind that comes from above. When we lose someone we love, we don’t just mourn their absence — we grieve the future moments that will never come. The birthdays, the laughter, the everyday little things that once felt eternal. And yet, somehow, we wake up. We keep going. Not because the pain is gone, but because God holds us through…
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Grief and Healing: Preparing for a Final Goodbye Even When You’re Not Ready
Some goodbyes come like a whisper — quiet, expected, accepted. Others come like a storm — too soon, too sudden, too much. No matter how deeply we believe in heaven or healing, nothing truly prepares the heart to let go of someone you love. There’s no guidebook for how to release someone whose presence shaped your world. And sometimes, it’s not even the final goodbye that hurts most — it’s the hundreds of little ones you never knew were happening until it was too late. The Tension Between Faith and Feeling Grief doesn’t mean your faith is weak. It means your love was strong. You can trust God’s will and…
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God Was There In the Fire.
Sleepless nights. Crying in the shower. Flinching every time the phone rings. That was my reality — fear and grief wrapped around me like smoke I couldn’t escape. But the truth is, the fire didn’t start when I became an adult.It started in 1978, when I was just a little girl.That was the year my mother left for the United States —and that’s when I first met abandonment.I didn’t have the language for it, but I felt it in my bones. Then, a year later, just seven days after my tenth birthday… My sister died. I was reunited with my mother in December of 1979 —but by then, the wound…
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