I forget that I can still sometimes feel broken. That a part of me isn’t here. But with no notice at all, the waves rise all around. Back when you felt closer, when things were really in the trenches, there was a bit more completeness. There was little time between when you were here and… Continue reading Every Added Maybe
Author: prayerfilledchaos
Near to the Brokenhearted
Grief manifests in so many ways these days. In the early days of losing my son, it was tears upon tears. But it doesn’t look that way everyday anymore. The tears don’t come everyday anymore. It looks different now. It looks like rush of fear when one of your other babies falls or hurts themselves.… Continue reading Near to the Brokenhearted
The Muscle Memory Moments
It was 3 am by the time I laid back down to try and sleep. I had been up all night in tears, asking the Lord all the why, all the how questions. Listening to his voice and reading His word in comfort. Hours later, I finally felt like I could sleep without crying. In… Continue reading The Muscle Memory Moments
The Thief of Joy
Everything I read keeps saying that it might hurt when I see a friend and her sweet bump or an announcement of a baby on the way or any other reminder of a new baby. They aren't wrong, BUT the truth is the grace of Jesus covers the toughest of moments. One of the earliest… Continue reading The Thief of Joy
We Knew His Name
Six years ago, as I sat in the secret place, our Father whispered to me: You will have a son and you will name him Enoch. That was that. Nothing else was said. I was left with going to the bible and looking for Enoch. I found him in Genesis. "Enoch walked with God, and… Continue reading We Knew His Name
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