I love stories about people.
I love stories about what God does in and for and through His people.
But I never expected that grief and loss would be such a part of God’s story with me.
In 2009, I lost my mom (and best friend) to melanoma cancer. I was only twenty-four at the time, and it completely rocked my world.
In 2012, my husband and I lost our first child to a miscarriage.
In 2014, we lost our 8-month-old son, Tage, to a rare metabolic disease called Leigh’s Disease. It is still rocking my world.
In 2016, I went through a surprising and unwanted divorce which brought more change and anxiety than I had ever experienced before.
Yet despite all the pain, God’s presence is more present than it ever was before.
As Tage’s illness progressed, I started a CaringBridge site to keep our loved ones informed. I always tried to write truthfully and vulnerably. I wanted to point people to God. There were over 20,000 views to our CaringBridge page during this season and hundreds of Facebook messages sharing how Tage’s story was impacting their lives in big ways. God-sized ways.
During the outpouring of love at Tage’s funeral, many people encouraged me to continue writing, and so, I will continue to share my story, here, in this space. I humbly invite you to pull up a chair and join me. Questions, doubt, trust, faith, joy, sorrow, uncertainty…it is all welcomed here.
You are welcome here.