Here’s My Story…

I was fortunate to live with my mother for the first 20 years of my life. My mom had 17 years with her mom.

After my mom died, I didn’t know how to grieve. I had lost grandparents, an uncle and an aunt, but losing my mom was a whole other kind of grief.

One year after my mom died, I met my now-husband. We were married within a year of meeting and had our first child 3 years later.

Having a newborn stirred something inside of me. The grief part of me that had been stuffed down.

Ignored.

Unattended.

The last 19 years of my life as a motherless mom have been challenging. Like most moms, motherhood forced me to change and grow in ways I never thought possible.

Being motherless added a whole other dimension to the process. My mother wasn’t there for advice. No safe sounding board. No one to tell me to suck it up, with love.

And when my children morphed into teenagers, my mother wasn’t there to accept my apologies for my immature behaviour.

While I’ve always gone to church and had a relationship with God, my view of God was based on my feelings. As a result, I struggled with my faith.

Over time I learned that even when I felt that God was so far away, He never left me. Or when I thought that I was only a pawn in His “play world,” He was always there, waiting for me to turn back to Him.

He patiently waited for me to seek Him and trust Him again, and love Him with all of my heart. I am so blessed to know a God like this.

If you’ve lost your mother…

If you’re struggling with motherhood…

If you want to know whether God can make a difference in your life…

I hope that by reading my posts, you’ll find a glimmer of hope.

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