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Written from a Place of Brokenness 

book_Image by StockSnap from Pixabay

I never wanted to be defined by the death of my daughter, but it wasn’t my choice. I am forever marked by a sunny day in October that became the darkest day of my life. 

Everyone says a child isn’t supposed to precede a parent to the grave, but it happens, every day. October 11, 2004, was my day. Stacey wasn’t ill, so we were completely unprepared for her death… although, I doubt a parent can ever be prepared.

One simply cannot anticipate how hollow life can become, how effervescent joy can become a threatening hole, how silence can scream, feelings become numb, and loss be unfathomable, incomprehensible…bottomless. I wrote I Was Broken, Too from this place of brokenness.

Previous losses in my life were not as devastating but, unknowingly, they prepared me to endure the unthinkable and, step by step, through paralyzing sorrow and unstoppable tears, the unexpected happened━out of the blackest darkness I began to catch a glimpse of hope. I Was Broken, Too describes four paths I walked that restored my hope. 

I don’t know what losses you have suffered or what holes exist in your life, but I do know that the God who brought me through will do the same for you. You are precious and loved by Him. There is a purpose for your life, redemption for your pain, and hope for your future. 

May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit. Romans 15:13

coverCroppedIf my blog encourages you, I trust my book will do the same. You can find I Was Broken, Too on Amazon, goodreads, and through Barnes & Noble.

Please drop in at my Book Launch Party on July 27 at Cornerstone Christian Church in Wyckoff, NJ.

Uncommon Sight

Uncommon Sense(s)

1_Image by Rudy and Peter Skitterians from Pixabay

Eyes brown, green, blue, and hazel

  • Eyes wide, set deep, round, aslant, lidded, lash-fringed
  • Eyes blinking, searching, reading, observing, watching
  • Eyes alert and asleep, squinted and open, seeking and peeking
  • Eyes, gifts from the Creator, revealing wonders and ways and what’s ahead

Spiritual eyes

  • Seeing God’s invisible qualities revealed in mountains, skies, and sea[1]
  • Looking to the Lord, radiant and unashamed, seeking His face, receiving His strength[2]
  • Seeing Him, believing in Him as the Lamb of God[3]
  • Perceiving and receiving truth and revelation that those before us longed to see[4]
  • Seeing with certainty what is yet unseen[5]
  • Beholding, as in a mirror, the glory of God, transforming us into His image[6]
  • Opening wide to see fields of need[7]
  • Watching, waiting, yearning for Christ[8]

Tomorrow’s eyes

  • Look at Him face to face, seeing the glory we now dimly glimpse[9]
  • Behold Him and become like Him[10]
  • See Him and wear His name on our foreheads[11]

Look, he is coming with the clouds, and every eye will see him… So shall it be! Amen. Rev. 1:7

[1] Romans 1:20, [2] Psalm 34:5; 105:4, [3] John 1:29, [4] Matthew 13:16-17, [5] Hebrews 11:1, [6] 2 Cor. 3:18 NASB, [7] John 4:35, [8] Rev. 1:7, [9] 1 Cor. 13:12, [10] 1 John 3:2, [11] Rev. 22:4

 

Image by Rudy and Peter Skitterians from Pixabay

Re-live your Miracles

miracle_Image by Fathromi Ramdlon from PixabayOn her son’s second birthday, I wished my young friend a “Happy Birthing Day.” (Really, moms do the labor and babies get the attention!) Her response triggered something in my heart. She said, “I love thinking of what I was doing each hour two years ago.” I replied,

“I think it’s important to re-live our miracles and let the awe envelop us again.”

Those words nestled in my mind and I’ve been thinking about them ever since. So often I have rejoiced in a miracle, a special grace, a breath-taking beauty and let the moment fade. Life goes on, at a rapid pace, and so do I. But today I accept a challenge and extend it to you—

Let’s pause to remember and

re-live our miracles,

reflect on our special moments,

savor the grace,

feel the awe once again,

and allow our hearts to swell with gratitude.

For you make me glad by your deeds, Lord; I sing for joy at what your hands have done. How great are your works, Lord, how profound your thoughts! Psalm 92:4-5

Image by Fathromi Ramdlon from Pixabay

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