You’re mothering without your mother,
building a life she never got to see
and somewhere between the grief and
the getting-up, you’re learning that
God has been here the whole time
You can be grateful and completely gutted at the same time — nobody warns you about that part. You hold your baby and feel joy and grief overlapping in the same breath, missing the person who should be here to see this. And somehow you keep showing up for everyone else, running on empty, still holding it all together.
I write about that. The grief, the getting-up, and the slow, honest work of learning to trust God through both. Not as someone who has it all figured out but as someone still living it.
You’re mothering
without your mother,
building a life she never got to see
and somewhere between the grief and the getting-up,
you’re learning that
God has been here the whole time
You can be grateful and completely gutted at the same time — nobody warns you about that part. You hold your baby and feel joy and grief overlapping in the same breath, missing the person who should be here to see this. And somehow you keep showing up for everyone else, running on empty, still holding it all together.
I write about that. The grief, the getting-up, and the slow, honest work of learning to trust God through both. Not as someone who has it all figured out but as someone still living it.
You found this place for a reason.
Grief has a way of bringing you somewhere like this — late at night, after the kids are asleep, searching for something you can’t quite name. You love God, you do. But lately faith has felt more like something you say than something you actually feel in your body. You’re mothering through exhaustion, you’re missing someone who was supposed to be here for this, and you are doing it all without a roadmap.
This is not the part of life that makes it into the family photo. This is everything in between.
Pull up a chair. You are not alone.
Start here
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A Christian Mother’s Testimony of Grief, Faith and Healing
Within nine months, I lost both my parents — thousands of miles away, pregnant, with a toddler in my arms. It felt cruel. It felt unbearable. But this is also my testimony: God never left me in the storm. And grief, I learned, can become the very place where faith begins to grow.
“Weeping may last through the night, but joy comes in the morning.”
PSALM 30: 5
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Stories of Grace
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Drowning in Grief After Losing a Parent? Here are 5 Powerful Journal Prompts with Scripture
I collect beautiful journals. Soft leather covers, cream pages, all waiting for the right moment. That moment came after Mama passed, and I finally opened one. Here are 5 grief journal prompts for losing a parent, the real ones I actually used, Scripture-anchored and honest enough for the hardest nights.
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Being Angry at God After Losing Both My Parents
I keep dreaming that Mama is alive. The dreams are heavy and funny at the same time. Kind of like grief itself. Anger at God during grief doesn’t always arrive loud. Sometimes it arrives as a dream you keep having. Here’s what I learned when I finally stopped hiding it from Him.
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What It Means To Be a Motherless Mother
I heard her before I saw her. Eevee, two years old, singing ee-ay-ee-ay-yow to the TV while I folded laundry. And before I could stop it, the thought was already there: if only you were here, Mama. This is for every woman who is still somebody’s grieving daughter, even while her children need her to be whole.
What Season Are You In?
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Grief &
Healing
For the woman carrying love that has nowhere to go. Losing a parent. Grieving a mother. The ordinary moments that hit the hardest — and the quiet, faithful ways God holds you through every single one.
Faith & Surrender
For the woman who believes in God but knows she has been keeping Him at arm’s length. The honest journey from lukewarm to rooted — through prayer, Scripture, surrender, and the kind of real faith that holds when nothing else does.
Motherhood & Legacy
For the woman learning to mother without the woman who taught her what love looked like. Raising children while grieving your mom — the ache, the joy, and the God who shows you how to do both.
Purpose & Calling
For the woman grief brought to a crossroads — and God is asking her what comes next. Discovering purpose after loss. Honoring the people you loved through what you build, create, and leave behind.
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I write you a letter
No spams. No noise. Just a quiet letter from a grieving mama who is still faithful, still showing up for her kids, and still choosing God in the hard days. If you’re in that season too — these letters are for you.
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I’d love to hear from you — your stories, your prayer requests, or simply a hello. Let’s connect heart to heart and encourage one another in faith and purpose.