My Son Who is in Heaven
At 19 weeks I gave birth to a little boy. We named him Jacob. We said hello and goodbye in the same hour. He is not a miscarriage or an almost-child, he is my son. This letter was written three years after his birth. This is a glimpse into my mother’s heart, a letter written to Jacob my son who resides in heaven. If you (or someone you...
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First Aid for Bruised Hearts - Talk to a mentor
“What’s love got to do with it?” Tina Turner famously asked. For many of us, love – the joy of it, the lack of it, or the confusion that comes with it – is both what gets us up in the morning and what keeps us up at night.
If you have a question about love, relationships, or marriage you’re not alone. Love, even when it’s wonderful,...
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Re-learning the Promises of God
Are you walking the road of infertility or miscarriage? Share the journey with an online mentor.
I am a mother, but I don’t have a child to hug. I can’t brag about my baby’s first steps, the first day of school or graduation. I have no photographs. But I am a mother. My children are in heaven.
After only two months of “trying”...
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My Child - A Reminder of our Heavenly Father's Love
"You may not know me, but I know everything about you" (Psalm 139:1).
"I know when you sit down and when you rise up" (Psalm 139:2).
"I am familiar with all your ways" (Psalm 139:3).
"Even the very hairs on your head are numbered" (Matthew 10:29-30).
"For you were made in my image" (Genesis 1:27).
"In me you live and move and have...
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How You Can Love by Faith
This is Part 1 of a 4 part series - How You Can Love by Faith
The greatest power ever known
The beautiful ballroom of the Marriott Hotel in Chicago was crowded to capacity with more than 1,300 college students and Campus Crusade staff. They seemed to hang on to every word as I explained one of the most exciting spiritual discoveries that I...
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Redeeming Regret: A Journey to Forgiveness
Our former class president stood at the head of the blue and white festooned banquet hall ringing out numbers like a bingo caller. “One?” Nearly every hand in the room swooped into the air. “Two?” Several hands lowered and eyes scanned the linen covered tables looking for remaining qualifiers. “Three?” Bodies rustled while everyone...
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