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I was fortunate to live with my mother for the first 20 years of my life. My mom only had 16 years with her mom.

After my mom died, I didn’t know how to grieve. I had lost grandparents and 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 and started our family in 2001.

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

The last 18 years of my life as a motherless mom haven’t been easy. 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.

While I’ve always gone to church and had a relationship with God, it has only been in the last 12 years that I’ve begun to deal with my grief and my anger towards God.

Even when I felt that God was so far away or that I was only a pawn in His “play world”, He never left me. He was always there, waiting for me to turn back to Him. Waiting for me to seek Him and trust Him and love Him with all of my heart.

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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