I told someone yesterday that I will never understand why God took Vance from this earth so early. Not when he had four kids who still need raising. Not when he had a wife that needs him. Not when he still had so much living to do. I don’t believe the trite little things people…

A few days ago I sat chatting with a friend about how strange grief is. She’d lost a child many years ago and we talked about how the hard days, the birthdays, the anniversaries, Christmas are hard but the hardest days are the ones that take you by surprise. On the big days, you dread…

As a teenager and young adult I thought of success as getting a good job, living in a big house and being someone important in my community. Basically, I thought I needed a lot of money and prestige to “make it.” Then real life came along. Vance decided to go back to school shortly after…

Just when I think I can’t… God reminds me that I don’t have to. He fights for me. So today I will raise a hallelujah. I will sing it at the top of my lungs.  “I’m gonna sing in the middle of the storm.  Louder and louder gonna hear my praises roar.  Up from the…

Widow. I keep seeing that word and thinking, “This is who I am now. I am a widow.” But then I think, “No. No way. I am too young for this. This cannot be true. Vance cannot really be gone. ” But I am apparently just the right age and this somehow is my reality.…