I am so excited to share with you this wonderful gift book called I Love You, Mom! Cherished Word Gifts from My Heart to Yours by my literary agent, Blythe Daniel, and her mother, Helen McIntosh. This beautiful book is a perfect gift for Mother's Day to celebrate the life and influence of your mom. Like a collection of Christian Mother's Day cards in book form, each page is filled with Scripture, love affirmations, and appreciation for your beloved mom. I had the honor to be
I didn’t think it would be as hard as it was, but it tugged on my heart heavy, even seven years later. I recently recorded a podcast episode about how to grieve through the holidays, and I shared some ideas on how to honor your baby in Heaven (Episode 13 of Cradled in Hope if you want to listen). In the episode, I shared that some of my bereaved mom friends have an annual tradition of going shopping for toys and clothes that would be for the age + gender of their baby in Heav
This article was originally featured on the Bridget's Cradles blog. SUNDAY // He is risen! The stone was rolled away. The tomb is empty! As much as I love celebrating the empty tomb, what is even more important than the empty tomb is the fact that real-life people (over 500 of them) actually saw the resurrected Jesus alive again on earth! Because if it was just an empty tomb and we had to presume that Jesus defeated death, there would be skeptics. Was His body stolen? Did som
This article was originally featured on the Bridget's Cradles blog. SATURDAY // The in-between. The messy middle. The time spent waiting and wondering. Grieving and healing.
Jesus' body was placed inside a tomb covered by a heavy stone and guarded by Roman soldiers. His disciples went back and grieved their friend. I'm sure they wondered: Was He really who He said He was? Was He really God? Would He overcome death? What will happen next? What do we do now?
Saturday was the
This article was originally featured on the Bridget's Cradles blog. FRIDAY // Jesus hanging bloody on the cross. Nails through His wrists, tearing tendons and breaking bones. He had been whipped, skin and muscle ripping from His body. A crown of thorns pushed down on His scalp. Beaten until He was unrecognizable. Forced to carry the cross on His pain-pierced back, broken and bleeding. And He hung there next to two criminals, while the soldiers below mocked Him and spit on Him