My Tears Didn’t Change God’s Mind

I was alone, abandoned even by God and no one could comfort my dying soul. Reliving my sons last moments every time my loss was mentioned became my reoccurring trauma. Nothing prepared me for this. I realized the only way past the grief was through it and that's what pushed me to the pen. What you can learn from the burning questions I asked, and found answers to:

Where is God when we need him most? Depression is real, and it hurts! How does one face it? What is the new normal? How small steps can lead to big changes.

I thought I was above it, but in having to endure it, I found life again. As a part of my healing, I speak on behalf of every heart that has experienced loss, pain, grief, numbness, emptiness and suffocation.

This is my journey through a time of reflection, acceptance and healing on the other side of grief. Walk with me and see that pain can be a Prelude To Purpose!