It all started with a little end-of-year tidying up weirdness. I found a small container of Tide and remembered the last time it was used...

"If you ever get the chance to love a person who knows grief, do not let them go."

Collectively our hearts broke for our sister in sacred sorrow. As grieving mothers, we understand the terrible truth.

In the midst of our grief, remember the life that was lived. And the life that was loved.

Once upon a time (and what seems like only just yesterday), I was wandering the china and crystal section of Marshall Field's in Chicago.

Much therapy and the discovery of Sacred Sorrows have helped me bind up my wounds and learn to trust Jesus again. Yet Mother's Day looms...

I couldn’t tell you what month it was, but there were daffodils, so it must have been spring. A few weeks after Alex died, I suppose.

We feel great sadness at various times in our lives--illness, loss of a job, financial problems, death, and so on...

Rather than false promises of ease and comfort, the stations of the cross direct us to the hope that comes from walking the way of suffering

God, we are heartbroken in the face of so much grief. What could we possibly call blessed?

Today is Ash Wednesday. How about moving from anything that might feel "off" and toward some semblance of what might feel "all right?"

"Mom, staying in bed is dangerous too. I'd rather take some risks than die of depression. At least if I die on the river I will have lived."

Originally posted Nov. 16, 2021. Out of nowhere, the familiar (but not always welcome) warm tears began to cascade down my face.

Seven years. Seven years later and I still don’t know whether I should be calling next weekend Ezra’s birthday or his death anniversary.

People say that grief comes in waves… sometimes you feel fine and others not.

Faith endures, but my address to God is uncomfortably, perplexingly, altered. I must explore The Lament as a mode for my address to God.

So many unanswered questions I had brought along with me. The foremost question I had was, “How does a mother heal after losing a child?”

It's the 7th day of Christmas - and here I sit with my head quite a flutter, while amassed all around me is a large pile of clutter!

Those we have loved, though now beyond our view, live on, unfailingly feeding our hearts and minds and imaginations. (Morris Adler)

We at Sacred Sorrows join Sarah in remembering, "your sorrow is not overlooked by God." May this prayer give you comfort during the holiday.