Grace, Grief, and Gratitude
2002. That’s the year our lives were blown to bits; the year seventeen-year-old Joseph died in an inexplicable single-vehicle accident.
And I am growing to understand that God chose 2002 to begin a new work in the lives of my husband, sons, and me.
2002. Nothing caught God by surprise. Nothing has ever caught Him by surprise.
My son is home. And I am homesick.
But God has a purpose for me here.
And so I wrestle through my intense need for privacy to scratch down my stories of grief and hope for the big wide grieving world to read.
And on occasion, as my knees wobble and my heart pounds, I stand in front of an audience to give back a portion of the love, hope, and grace that’s been bestowed upon me.
Grace, grief, and gratitude are divinely intertwined by the God who numbers the hairs on our heads and collects our tears in a bottle.
Because the battles pressing in on every side, do not define us. Our identity rests in God’s unconditional love for us revealed in Christ Jesus. Without condition or reservation, He loves us deeply right where we are.
Grief is real and raw. And one day each of us will be stung by death when we are asked to give back a child, spouse, sibling, parent, or friend. And it’s imperative we know deep in our bones that God sits with us, suffers with us, and sustains us during those cold, dark, ugly days.
Because no matter what else is going on in our lives, there is always, always something to be grateful for.
Grace, grief, and gratitude. Because you matter to God.