The Ministry of Tears — When Crying Is Worship
Post:There were days when I couldn’t pray with words.My prayers sounded like sobs.My worship looked like weeping.And for a long time, I thought that meant I was failing in my…
Post:There were days when I couldn’t pray with words.My prayers sounded like sobs.My worship looked like weeping.And for a long time, I thought that meant I was failing in my…
Post:The first time I laughed again…It caught me off guard.The sound felt foreign.The moment felt wrong.How could I laugh when my son was gone?How could I smile when my husband…
Post:Grief doesn’t always scream.Sometimes, it whispers.Sometimes, it just… lingers.I remember sitting in my living room after the services were over.No more casseroles.No more check-ins.No more “How are you holding up?”Just…
Post:I didn’t break all at once.It came in waves.A phone call.A funeral.An empty seat at the table.And then the silence that followed.I remember lying in bed, staring at the ceiling,…
Post:There were days I didn’t think I would make it.Days when the grief was so heavy, I could barely breathe.When losing my son, my husband, and my mother felt like…
💔 Post:Where is God when you’re grieving?It’s a question I’ve asked through tears, silence, and sleepless nights.When I lost my son, I felt like the air had been taken from…
💔 Post:There are no words to truly describe what it feels like to lose a child, a spouse, and a mother—all within a short stretch of time. It’s a pain…