10 Years Later: thoughts on grief after losing a spouse
Ten years. It feels like both a lifetime and the blink of an eye. A decade since I lost my first husband, the father of my four children. Grief doesn’t disappear with time; it changes shape, softens at the edges, but stays tucked into the corners of our lives.
This post is for anyone carrying invisible sorrow, whether you're 10 days in or 10 years down the road. It's a story of heartbreak, yes—but also of healing, memory, and the sustaining grace of Jesus. Grief, I’ve learned, is not something to get over. It’s something to walk with, to learn from, and to let shape us in the most tender ways.
You are not alone here.
Things I’m Loving Lately: Small Joys That Are Filling My Cup
In the midst of homeschooling, motherhood, and managing all the moving pieces, I’ve been learning to notice and savor the small things that bring me life. From lemon water in the morning sun to writing again after years of silence, this post is a roundup of the rhythms, tools, and moments that are grounding me right now—and maybe they’ll inspire you to find your own simple joys too.