Dear ,What vision are you nurturing in your heart? Healing your body, building a flourishing business, or simply cultivating peace in your soul? One thing will determine how far you go: your mindset.Mindset is the ground beneath your feet, the lens t...

The Space You Left Behind continuedLearning to Love Again After LossEmma is eight now, and she looks more like you every day. She has your stubborn streak, your terrible jokes, your way of tilting her head when she's thinking hard about something. So...

Dear ,Someone asked me recently what it means to "move on" after losing someone you love.It's a question I hear often in my work, usually asked with a mix of hope and guilt. Hope that the pain will eventually lessen. Guilt about wanting it to.The tru...

AfterThe silence is what breaks me. Not just the absence of your voice, but the absence of all the small sounds that meant you were here—your coffee cup clicking against your teeth in the morning, the rustle of newspaper pages, the way you'd hum off-...

So.... Emma started drawing pictures of our family with three people instead of four, and when I asked her why, she said matter-of-factly, "Daddy's going to live in heaven soon. He told me." And I hated you for a moment—hated that you could prepare o...

The World Turned Upside DownThe diagnosis came on a Tuesday. I remember because Emma had gymnastics that night, and I kept thinking how normal everything felt in the waiting room—other kids in leotards, parents scrolling their phones, the smell of ch...

Hi ,I want to share something with you over the next few days. It's a story about love, loss, and finding your way through the unimaginable.Chances are grief has touched your life in some way—whether recently or in the past, whether your own or someo...

Dear ,Have you ever had one of these days?So yesterday it hit me out of nowhere. Middle of the afternoon, no real reason, and I just felt... off. You know that feeling? Like someone dimmed the lights on everything, but you can't figure out why.No big...

,My father and I often talked about death.As a deacon, he visited the sick in hospitals, prayed with families, and sat with the grieving in their darkest moments. He taught me that,"Sometimes the greatest gift you can give the grieving is to simply b...

Dear ,The shame tells you it was your fault. The fear whispers you'll never be safe again. The isolation convinces you that no one could possibly understand.If those voices feel familiar, I want you to know: you are not alone.Maybe you’ve tried to pu...