Endurance is Required

Dear Sweet Thatcher, It's been two years. Two years of living without you. Two years of birthdays and two years of holidays, both of whi...

After losing our son in April of 2015, I saw several visuals created to depict grief. Some show a line drawing that looks like a mess of tan...

Have you ever experienced God? Not just a glance at the sunset, or at the beauty of a flower and known that there was a "higher being,...

It's hard to know where to begin this post. It has been so long since I have written that I feel like something in me was lost. The grou...

Let me start by stating that I might regret putting this out there. What I am about to post is a recent entry from my journal and it wasn...

He is the master of deception. He’s cunning and is smart enough not to use bold faced lies with us. He whispers ideas in our head that ...

It's been ten and a half weeks since we lost Thatcher. I can't really say where I'm at on this grief journey, because I never re...