Bereaved Mother’s Day: How He Flips the Script
Yesterday was Bereaved Mother’s Day. Haddy’s birthday is quickly approaching. It's a dreadful cluster. God's provision in the past few weeks has been astounding, yet I still groan. Truth be told, some days I still weep with such a full body experience that I hang over the toilet retching, heaving at the bitter providence of Haddy’s death. It’s a familiar and devastating reality of this new life I live. The sorrow that lives within me is unequivocally defining. Sometimes I feel so defined by loss that I catch sight of myself in a mirror and feel another heaping kind of loss, the loss of my former self. Tragedy, sorrow, and trauma still live in these bones. I need to share a few stories given to me in unfolding layers of goodness and grace. His steadfast love has been evident. I need to share it. Last Sunday I spent the morning weeping. It still feels like every cell in my body groans at times. My toes still curl and I have physical ac