I invite you to check out my first book written at the onset of the Covid crisis.
The Hope That Wanted to be a Prayer.
I have learned:
The loss of someone we love or that we’re close to, can take a huge toll on the human spirit, even one who believes fiercely that God is their rock.
That you have to give yourself time and grace to process and trust your joy again.
Even in the darkness, God is there. He is there in the aftermath, in the silent dark void. Through the anger, desperation, and loneliness
And you can have a quiet joy, but happiness is not the same thing.
And that kindness is the greatest catalysts for healing. Just a glimmer of hope can spark faith and faith can ignite into peace, purpose that will gently prompt your heart to beat again.