When all is not as it should be

A little over a month ago I wrote this as I was processing attending the burial of a 19 year old young man, the first burial Kevin and I had been to since burying our own children… in the same cemetery.  The cemetery was a holy and sacred place that day.

Where to begin? What to say? Today I stood before the casket of a 19 year old young man and watched as his parents, brother and sisters, countless family and friends shed tears of longing, sadness and hope. We grieved and looked to the Lord for hope only He could bring.  I had only met him a few times a few years ago, but I knew his parents. And I shed tears for them, and have shed tears since because in a small way I knew the pain of sitting before the casket of your child, barely able to breathe and comprehend this moment that never would you have fathomed would be written into your story. I would not have written this moment, twice into our story and I would not have written this moment into their story.   A son, a brother, a friend should not have been buried today. Too young.  Too soon.  And yet he was.  I should not have had to bury two daughters, having only experienced their life for mere moments and yet I did.  What should not have been was, what should not be is.  And yet today, two things I recalled to mind, or perhaps better said… Jesus recalled to my mind.

His grace IS sufficient.  All I could think of as my heart filled with pain for this family was a recollection that in the darkest moments of my own experience, His grace was sufficient, is sufficient, is ENOUGH.  This free, undeserved gift of His grace.   What we get because of simply who He is, is enough.  And somehow, it has become enough for me.  A tender, merciful grace that has continued to bring freedom to my broken heart.  Freedom to bring my broken self to the foot of the cross and see the pain etched on His face meet the pain etched on my face.  Freedom to bring my broken self to the tomb, the empty tomb and see His resurrection power and hope resurrect my hope.  Freedom to bring my tears, laughter, groan, joy, heartache and experience to a Savior who meets us in the moments we are aware, brutally aware of the nothing we have to give and the everything we have to receive.  And this is where his grace meets us, where we know the beauty of his grace.  Today, I saw that beauty.  I saw it in my own life as I reflected on the moments I stood before my own daughters’ caskets and tears rolled as I watched another mother stand before her son’s casket.  And though I only know my pain and can’t begin to know her pain… the grace in that moment was a thankful heart that I could weep with this family because of the pain of this moment I had tasted as well.   Thankful that this story, I would have never written for my life, now enables me to step into the pages of another’s unwelcome chapter in their story, with greater empathy, greater grace and enter in the groan of all creation with another.

And this is the second thing He recalled to mind. That this grief, this recognizing with fists in the air that death, though a part of life, was not supposed to be a part of life is a part of the groan of all creation.  This grief, a reflection of Paul’s words in Romans 8;   “The whole earth is groaning as in the pains of childbirth… and we also, longing, waiting, anticipating, the redemption not just of our souls, but of our bodies.” No, it shouldn’t be this way.  A mother, a father, shouldn’t stand before the casket of their baby girls… twice.   A family shouldn’t sit before the casket of a brother, a son, a friend and know that this box carrying his body would be soon lowered into the ground.  From dust to dust, ashes to ashes was not what we were created for.  And yet, what shouldn’t be is.  But thanks be to God, death doesn’t have the final say, but ushers us into not what shouldn’t be, but what was always supposed to be for those who know Him.

Today I felt the groan.  I felt the groan as I watched a family say good-bye to a 19 year old young man.  And I felt the groan as my husband and I walked a short distance from his burial site to our daughter’s burial sites.  I was reminded that the breath that cries “this should not be” is the groan that points to the day when all that was meant to be, IS.  It will not always be this way.  One day, the aches of this life will give way to a glory like we have never seen.  And as we embrace the groan, and what it points to we will be in even greater awe at the redemption Jesus brings in the here and the not yet.  And as a mother sits in the euphoria of a new life in her arms, forgetting the pain that was just hers, so we will sit in the euphoria of new life restored and the groans of the life will pale in comparison to the glories that will be revealed to us.

This plot of land was sacred and holy ground today. For the same breath that accentuated the ache of our hearts, accentuated the unfathomable hope of Christ.   It shouldn’t be this way. And one day, it won’t be.

Our Happy Ending…

The wrestling of the past year has been HOPE.

Where will we place our hope?

Will we place our hope IN bringing a child home?

Or, will we hope FOR that, but not IN it?

Many, many people… family, friends and even strangers are hoping with us that God would grow our family. We are so grateful for that.  We are hoping for that too.  But God has been taking us on a journey of discovering that EVEN IF He does not grow our family here on earth… it is enough what He has done. He is ENOUGH for us. His grace has been sufficient in our lives and will continue to be.   Our gaze is being lifted to the kind of hope that doesn’t disappoint.   Jesus.   The kind of hope that Paul talks about in Romans 5 where “suffering produces perseverance; and perseverance, character; and character, hope: and hope does not disappoint, BECAUSE the love of God has been poured out within our hearts through the Holy Spirit who was given to us.”   I don’t know about you, but I want the kind of hope that doesn’t disappoint, thats rooted in something and someone one far deeper than my circumstances.  It is a hope that is anchored in the one who gives us life, who redeems us, who has poured out His love on us and in us, who is the source of living water that satisfies EVERY need… yes, EVERY longing of our heart… from the ache for our children, the ache to get to parent a child, to the simple, daily things we struggle to find life in that hold no life at all.   He satisfies us IN the longing, IN the ache not from it.   He is our thirst quencher. He is the one who can bring peace IN our pain, not from but IN.   And as we look to Jesus, he holds the keys to our happy ending. He IS the key to our happy ending, when ALL is redeemed…. ALL.   Oh, we pray that a taste, a mere glimmer of that sweet redemption would mean bringing home a healthy baby. But, if that were our goal, if that is what would produce the happiness and joy we long for than we are to be pitied for even that will hold its own set of disappointments and no doubt, still leave us only half full.   No child, no husband, no new car, fancy dress, perfect body, (the list could go on) can quench the thirst our hearts have. Only Jesus can. Nowhere in scripture does God tell us that we can find true and lasting hope in the circumstances of this life, even the good circumstances. Hope is always spoken of in connection with Him.   So yes, celebrate with us when and if the Lord continues to grow our family and then eagerly await all the more with us the day when all is made right.   Our happy ending is nestled within the here and the not yet of the Kingdom of God.   It is founded on the promise of new life that God gives to us now and will be seen in fruition when Jesus returns and restores this world, our bodies, wiping every tear from our eyes, and eradicating every ache of our heart. Perhaps better put, we should say we are living in our happy beginning, for there is no end to the Kingdom of God and His kingdom people.

He’s always whispering

They are whispers of His love.

Happening amidst the chaos of the night, amidst the moments when all I hear is my own heart shouting in protest of this pain. And until I step back, I hardly know there have been whispers at all.

Like a dark cloud with only moments of sunshine, the grief still looms large over my head.  If I keep my gaze down, I miss the sun all together.

“Look up, Fix your eyes on me. I am here. Whispering of my love to you in the dark places of your soul.” He gently calls.

They are whispers when I realize I’ve invested my life in another and found myself energized and not utterly exhausted.  A whisper of His strength flowing out of weakness.

Whispers of His promise as I picture the day I stand in a sea of people worshipping God and imagine Sophie and Dasah running up to me. Even more joy erupts, tears of knowing all has been redeemed… and hand in hand we go find their Daddy (the earthly one) and I see him see them for the first time and we look at each other, and look at our Savior peering at the sweet reunion, and we know the truth of the words…

“For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared

with the glory that is to be revealed to us.”

Will it be like that? It will be better.

They are whispers of the promise of new bodies. The resurrection of us all… to hope, to Him.   And we get new bodies all together. We…. Kevin, Sophie, Dasah and I will all experience this newness together, for the first time.  We don’t miss all the “firsts”.

And He whispers “You’re not missing out, there’s more, so much more coming.”

They are whispers of His love that extends to others as I find myself praying. Yes, praying, talking to God beyond the ache that often leaves my voice voiceless before Him.   The few words that have formed on my lips have become a few more.

And my prayers… His prayers have begun to include others.  They are whispers that His promise to bind up the brokenhearted is happening.

The gaping wound of loss is not so gaping. The scar is beginning to form, still a scar, an ugly and yet beautiful scar that shapes who I am now and who I am becoming.  I realize it is the whisper of His beauty in the ashes.

And I notice joy. The whisper of His Joy breaking through when I find myself laughing with another, simply enjoying the richness of what life still offers.

Oh, joy is not the outward expression of life and happiness but the deep inner moving of the soul that once it is known, rooted, it comes out in life, in hope. It’s a glimmer, a boisterous glowing, picture of His joy. His delight. All is not lost.

And I wonder if He tells my girls the joy that’s being tasted and they roll in laughter too. They know what’s coming… MORE.   Much more. And their delight in Him grows each day. And He whispers to them sweet things that I long to know in the fullness they now know. What glory.

Whispers. Is He whispering of His love for you today? Amidst the chaos of the night can you hear His still small voice… like a soft quick breeze? Don’t miss it. It’s so easy to miss when we keep our heads down, when the darkness is overwhelming. Look up. He’s always whispering…

Embracing the ache

Mother’s day is over.  Just the day before I had lamented to my husband… “this is the stupidest holiday” in the midst of an emotional downward spiral where all of the sadness stirring in me just couldn’t stay well… in me.  But, as I fell asleep at the end of Mother’s Day, the day I was so anxious to have just over and done with, I found myself thankful.  Thankful for the ache in my heart that this day was stirring.  Thankful for the longing that it awakened in me on a far more consistent basis in the days and weeks leading up to it as everywhere there were reminders of this upcoming holiday and so, everywhere there were reminders of who I was missing… not that I am ever prone to forget, it’s just that the ache in my heart isn’t always bubbling at the surface in an explosive “I hate mothers day” kind of way.  I don’t hate mothers day.  I just hate that my two girls who made me a mom aren’t with me to celebrate.  And on every mothers day there will always be an ache, always a longing no matter when/if we bring home more children, always there will be two missing.  And it is this ache that will be a continual reminder that this world is not my home, eternity awaits and all has not been redeemed yet. YET.

You see when life is full of joys, everything is going my way, and all is well in the world… or should I say all is well in MY world, I can far too easily turn a deaf ear to the suffering that is always around me.  For everywhere we go we are rubbing shoulders with suffering, always there is pain present around us and if we’re honest, probably in us somewhere… regardless of whether or not we choose to see it.  And yet, in the seasons where the joy is full, I find I ever so subtly (or not so subtly) think my home is here, that I can find the life I long for…hope for… here.  I get confused in the way I think and and begin to live as though I’m a citizen of earth and not heaven.   And then when sorrow hits, when death strikes, it’s like an awakening to reality.   My mind, though it feels as though it is a far more muddled mess these days, is actually experiencing greater clarity then ever before.  I know where my home is. I know where my hope is.  It’s not just theological head knowledge that doesn’t so much seem to affect me now, but experiential heart knowledge that now matches what I’ve known to be true for so long and now affects the way I think and live and breath.  And though at times I fight it (okay, a lot of times I fight it), because I want to find my hope here… because well, I want the ache to go away NOW instead of point me to something greater.   Perhaps, I am simply experiencing a taste of what Paul means when he says in Romans 8;

“For we know that the whole creation has been groaning together in the pains of childbirth until now.  And not only the creation, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies.” 

Yes, it is this groan that I now know.  Yes it is an ache that is internally like the pain of childbirth (that I often wish I could be so free as to allow that ache to come out in the same unashamed screams and cries as a woman in labor), and it is the ache all of creation is experiencing, the longing for the redemption of all things, the hope we are waiting for.  My ache is not just because I am missing my girls so very much, it is so much deeper.  It is an ache of the soul for all to be made right, for all to be restored, for the ache itself to never be again.  And so I am learning, ever so slowly to embrace the ache. For it is in the wrestling with this ache that my heart is more fully realizing where true joys lie.  I’m far less confused even in my confusion, my mind is clearer even when it feels all muddled inside, my hope is more fixed on Jesus and heaven because any hope I try to find here doesn’t satisfy.  In the midst of my grief nothing and no one makes sense but Jesus.   And so I know, that there is One who one day will take away all the pain for He has redeemed me for my full redemption, and not just my full redemption but the full redemption of all who know Him and Creation itself… for His great glory.  And that full redemption, is what I am waiting for, longing for, hoping for… for myself and this world that everyday reveals the groan of all of our hearts.   Come Lord Jesus. Come.  

I am a citizen of heaven and a sojourner on this earth, “always carrying in the body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be manifested in our bodies. For we who live are always being given over to death for Jesus sake, so that the life of Jesus also may be manifested in our mortal flesh.”*   Two little girls who made me a mommy and now live with our King in our home in heaven, have been two beautiful vessels of their Creator’s hand “to show the surpassing power that belongs to Him and not to us”**, and to clear their parents muddled minds and help us see with growing and striking clarity…

“this slight, momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison, as we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal.” 2 Corinthians 4:17,18

So, as Mother’s Day came to a close I found my heart at peace in the midst of my pain.   I found myself unexpectedly thankful for the deep ache that my soul felt as I fell asleep. Thankful that this ache, in the midst of all the things I am hoping for, points me to the one I am hoping IN.  

 

*2 Corinthians 4:10-11

** 2 Corinthians 4:7

 

 

God’s Ink Of Love…

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About a month ago I was contacted by a new blogger friend, Lindsey (great name btw) who writes about homemaking, parenting, grace and Jesus.   She had been following our story and wanted to do a series on motherhood and asked me to be a part of it.   Slightly daunted by the task to share specifically about motherhood when my experience has been so different from most I knew immediately the one word, the one verb that God has both grown, challenged and cultivated in me as a mom is that of surrender.  Would I be a mom who surrendered my life, my children’s lives and stories to Him?   Would I trust that He writes stories with a pen dipped in the ink of love?   I invite you to read my guest post With Child: God’s Ink of Love at Redeeming Naptime and pray your heart would be moved to greater surrender too!

To read more of the stories of the momma’s who have written in Lindsey’s “With Child” guest post series click here.  Enjoy!

 

Bring your Broken

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It was a “sovereign” meltdown as we sat around the table passing around the phone and talking with Jess, one of 12 college friends who have been gathering together over the past 15 years since we graduated.  We’ve celebrated each other’s joys and grieved each other’s losses. We’ve gone from late night giggles over crushes, crazy adventures, learning how to study the Bible together in college, growing in relationship with one another, to dancing at each others weddings, celebrating new babies, mourning broken relationships and watching each other grow as momma’s, friends, wives and daughters of the King.   We all had a decision to make that weekend, would we bring our put together selves or our broken selves?   Jess was one of 4 of the 12 of us who couldn’t make it for the weekend reunion, the first we’ve had in several years. But she spoke the words that brought about the sovereign meltdown that allowed me to bring my broken self to the table as the 7 other women present listened in and she shared an image she’d had of me as she was listening to the song “Come to the River” by Housefires II.  The lyrics inviting…

Come to the water

all who are thirsty

 Come and drink  

Come to the table

all who are hungry

 Come and feast  

Those who are weary

Those who are needy

Come receive  

Come to the river  

Come to the river  

Taste and see…

While listening to this song, she’d had a vision of me with tears streaming down my face at the foot of Jesus, letting my hair wash His feet with my tears as he looked down and jewels of sapphire, rubies and other precious gems poured from the sky. Tears, I couldn’t hold back began to fill as she spoke and I began to break. “But, I don’t feel like he sees my tears”, was the cry welling up inside and then out.  To which she replied, “But this is how he sees them.”  These tears, the only offering I’ve had to give Him. I could hardly hold back the utter sobs welling up and trying to find their way out.  Sobs that I had allowed myself to release and cry out on the beach, alone, as I let out my tired, my weary, my broken self to my King. The one I am angry with simply because of all I do not understand, and yet still deeply love. “Do you see me God? Where are you? Do you see these tears? I must know where you are in this.” I wanted to let them out with my friends who had gathered for the weekend.   This was in fact the catalyst for the reunion in the first place.   One of the 12 had buried two of their babies in the last two years and that was the rally cry that we needed to be together.  How was I that one? I wish it had been none of us.  We all had our broken, and yet they wanted to enter in and gather around mine.   I didn’t know how to let them in and they didn’t fully know how to enter in. The unfamiliarity of grief is like that… for the one grieving and the ones who want to enter into the grieving. But people were praying, countless friends and family, for our weekend… for God’s presence to enter into this sacred place where 8 women who loved Jesus gathered to love one another.

Everything in me wanted to leave the room as the tears and sobs began to flow, yet it was as if the Lord’s gentle voice said “Stay, I want you to do this here.” I sensed He was entering into the cries I had just screamed at the wind and the waves on the beach, “Where are you God? Where were you?” as I sat in the chair and my friends saw for the first time the utter pain of loss pouring out, the lamenting cries for God’s presence, the unfiltered and unanswered questions that were on my heart now on my lips.   As I looked up… I saw tears in their eyes as they surrounded me and simply sat with me in my pain.   Their friend had buried two babies and there were certainly no words for that.   It wasn’t how I thought it would happen, but Jesus brought my broken to the table.   And throughout the weekend, in the midst of the deep laughter and joy, each one of us brought our own tired, weary and broken selves to the table too.   Broken relationships, job loss, challenges in marriage, tired momma’s of littles in mere survival mode, trauma in families that had given way to fear, miscarriages, infertility, death, loneliness in community… we all had our broken. We all had those places where we were asking God to enter in and redeem and bring hope as only He can. All of us needed this tangible picture of Jesus loving us in our joys and heartaches. All of us needed to see how He sees our tears…. That simply HE SEES. That when our broken, our tears are often the only thing we have to bring to Him… perhaps that’s all He really wants. Our tired and weary selves.

“Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest.”  Matthew 11:28

“For You do not delight in sacrifice, otherwise I would give it; You are not pleased with burn offering.  The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; A broken and a contrite heart, O God, You will not despise.”  Psalm 51:16,17

And so my friends sat with me, watched videos of Dasah with me, prayed with me, offered no empty platitudes, did not try to fix me… but entered in.  And waves of relief, refreshment, healing washed over my soul.  Underneath my cry that Jesus would see my tears was really the question… If you see them, why won’t you do something about them?   But that day, He did do something with them. He let them pour out in front of friends who love me and so let me see His love.   He let me see through the pain and tears in their eyes that YES, he sees me. YES, he weeps with me.  YES, this is not how it was supposed to be, and YES, he will heal, restore and redeem. But first, would I let him continue to be simply with me in the pain through his people?

We all walked away a little more refreshed, a little more seen, a little more okay with our broken, a little more raw, a little more authentic that weekend.   We brought our broken, not our fake put together selves, to each other and ultimately to our King and we sat with one another in those places of pain as Jesus sits with us.  Our broken gave us freedom, brought moments of deep belly shaking laughs alongside the profound and broken cries.   Our broken brought the blessing of the weekend. And we tasted together, just a little more deeply that truly…

 “Blessed are the poor in spirit… for theirs is the kingdom of God.”

 Jesus met us in our broken. Will you let him meet you in yours?

Spending intentional time as women brining our joys, our broken, our hopes to the table

Spending intentional time as women brining our joys, our broken, our hopes to the table (or the living room)

So.... we call ourselves the Red Brick Hotties... obviously.

So…. we call ourselves the Red Brick Hotties… obviously.

My top 21 books on grief, loss and suffering

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In the past two years, through the loss of our first two daughters, I have devoured over 20 books on a variety of topics mostly connected to grief and suffering.   Many have asked me what has been helpful and I wanted to share with you the top books I would recommend for anyone walking through loss or suffering of any kind (or those who simply want to understand it more… we have felt incredibly loved by family and friends who have picked up some of these books to try to better understand what we are walking through).  This is in no way a comprehensive list and there are many books on my list to read that I simply haven’t read yet. That said, I only offer to you the books that I have actually read that have been helpful to me.  I’ve included a list and then divided them into categories that could be helpful as well as included a few of my insights on the book and why I believe it fits on this list!*

 *Please read my disclaimer at the bottom if you are considering sending any of these to a friend!

And for the one who is grieving, I read these books over the course of the past two years in different seasons of my grief.  Some I began to read and had to put down for a while, some I wish I had earlier, some haven’t been helpful at all (which is why I didn’t include those!).  Every person grieves differently.  My prayer is that God would lead you to the right one for the season that you are in now. If you would like to contact me personally and get a suggestion for yourself or a friend… please feel free, I can’t promise I’ll be helpful but I’d sure love to try!

1. The Bible (more on that below) 11. Walking with God through Pain and Suffering by Tim Keller
2. A 30-Day Walk with God in the Psalms By Nancy Leigh DeMoss 12. A Place of Healing: Wrestling with the Mysteries of Suffering, Pain and God’s Sovereignty by Joni Eareckson Tada
3. The One Year Book of Hope by Nancy Guthrie 13. Not by Sight: A Fresh Look at Old Stories of Walking by Faith by Jon Bloom
4. Streams in the Desert by Mrs. Charles E. Cowman 14.The Prisoner in the Third Cell By Gene Edwards
5. 90 Days of God’s Goodness by Randy Alcorn 15. Hinds Feet On High Places by Hannah Hurnard
6. Experiencing Grief by H.Norman Wright 16. The Hiding Place by Corrie Ten Boom
7. A Grief Observed by C.S.Lewis 17. Safe in the Arms of God: Truth from Heaven About the Death of A Child by John MacArthur
8. A Grace Disguised; how the soul grows through loss by Jerry Sittser 18. I Will Carry You: The Sacred Dance of Grief and Joy by Angie Smith
9. When Your Family’s Lost a Loved One: Finding Hope Together by Nancy Guthrie 19. A Symphony in the Dark: Hearing God’s Voice in Seasons of Grief by Barbara Rainey and Rebecca Mutz
10. Holding On to Hope: A Pathway through Suffering to the Heart of God by Nancy Guthrie 20. A Gift of Time: Continuing Your Pregnancy When Your Baby’s Life is Expected to Be Brief by Amy Kuelbelbeck and Deborah L. Davis
11. Hearing Jesus Speak into Your Sorrow by Nancy Guthrie 21. There’s a Party in Heaven by Gary Bower

*If you’re not a reader, or simply enjoy listening to sermons, here are two sermon series I would HIGHLY recommend (or you could always get the books above on audio)

When Suffering Enters Your Door by Paul Tripp: A 4 part series that is both authentic, honest, funny and challenging.  I heard Paul Tripp do this series just a few months ago and it was both timely and gave me Biblical tools to better understand our suffering in light of God’s kingdom. You can download as an Mp3 or Mp4 or order the DVD or CD Series.

Sermons in Job: The Gospel of Suffering Series by Pastor Tullian Tchividjian.  I have begun to study the book of Job and listen to this series and it is challenging my view of suffering in light of the gospel.  It is a 12 part sermon series but it is well worth your time, even if you only listen to his introduction sermon!

MY TOP 21 BOOKS BROKEN DOWN: 

Getting in God’s Word (even when it’s hard)

This may seem obvious or it may not, but here is the thing of all the books I’m going to suggest for you, God’s word is the only one that holds words of LIFE, words that have POWER, and words that never return VOID.   No matter how hard it is to open God’s word, no matter how dry it feels or how much you disbelieve every sentence that you read… IT’S DOING SOMETHING IN YOU. I promise.  I’ve seen it in my own life. The past two years have been a roller coaster for me in God’s word. It has been incredibly dry at times and then full of life at other times.  Sometimes His word has been like salt on a wound and other times like balm to my soul.  Regardless, I know that his word is “living and active and sharper than any two edged sword able to judge the thoughts and intentions of a man’s heart.” (Hebrews 4:12) No other book on this list has words that have that kind of power. None. This is not to say that other books aren’t helpful, the are.  God uses men and women to give us greater insight into Himself and ourselves.  I have read a ton of books that have been extremely helpful to me on this journey (which is why I’m including them here) but the book that has had the greatest impact and left the most lasting impression is… you guessed it.  His word.  I’m actually a little surprised to say that as I write because the last year His word has been quite dry to me, but there you go… evidence that it’s alive and working even in seasons where it feels as though it’s not alive at all.  Okay, more on that in a later post. Sometimes, in seasons where it’s hard to get the word in you, you just need a little help to even open the Bible so below are several devotionals/books of the Bible that have helped me dig in the Word and meet with Him over the past two years…

  1. The Psalms (found in the middle of the Old Testament): If there is a book to open up and study in a season of suffering it’s this one. As I’ve been reading the Psalms I find myself longing to be as brutally honest as the Psalmist is.  So I have begun to learn, through the help of my friend David (because I’m pretty sure we’d be friends), how to grow in honesty with God and myself in this season of grief.
  2. A 30-day Walk With God in the Psalms by Nancy Leigh DeMoss: a guided study that helped me dig into God’s word when that has been more difficult to do on my own (as an aside, I broke many of the days up into multiple days because my mind just had a hard time digesting a lot at once… a normal experience for those in a season of grief)
  3. The One Year Book of Hope by Nancy Guthrie: Let’s just say these simple daily devotionals tackle the thoughts and questions every sufferer is asking, asks questions to get you to go deeper and gives additional verses to study more.  For example: Week 1 is entitled “Brokenhearted”. Yes! How known do you feel that she starts there!?
  4. Streams in the Desert by Mrs. Charles E. Cowman: It’s a classic devotional and great for any season of life.
  5. 90 Days of God’s Goodness by Randy Alcorn: His perspective on heaven and eternity will challenge and encourage and is a great devotional when eternal perspective and an elevated view of God’s goodness is what you desperately need.

Am I crazy? Is what I’m feeling normal? What is normal? I don’t even know what I’m feeling?  Why isn’t he or she as sad as I am? Is there hope?  If you’ve found yourself asking any of these questions then… these books will/may/i hope rock your world.

(hmmm… not sure if “rock” is an appropriate word to use in this context)

  1. Experiencing Grief by H. Norman Wright: I just began to read this book and am surprised I hadn’t heard of it earlier. It is short, practical and addresses the reality of experiencing grief so well. And the best part is that even if you don’t like to read the chapters are each only 1-3 pages long.  And it’s only $4! Whaaaat!? Just get it.
  2. A Grief Observed by C.S. Lewis: This is basically pieces of his journal that he kept after the loss of his wife. The questions he asks and ways that he wrestles with life and what he believes have again helped me feel less crazy and shown me a little more of what it looks like to press into my grief.
  3. A Grace Disguised; how the soul grows through loss by Jerry Sittser: If anyone has the right to title such a book and speak on such a subject it’s Sittser.  He lost his mother, wife and young daughter in a tragic car accident and uses his story to share how God’s grace transforms our sorrow. This book was the first book I read when we found out Sophie’s condition and has helped to shape the ways Kevin and I have pressed into our grief on this journey. It is still one of my favorites.
  4. When Your Family’s Lost a Loved One: Finding Hope Together by Nancy Guthrie: A great book for the entire family who has gone through loss on how to understand how each person is grieving, what to do about holidays etc. This has been very helpful for our parents and siblings.  It’s soooo practical! It also addresses grieving as a couple… do you know that everyone grieves differently? This has helped Kevin and I give each other freedom to each be where we are at and love one another even when we don’t understand how the other is grieving (we have in no way mastered this!)

When you’re wrestling with where God is and who He is in the midst of suffering or how in the world God and suffering could possibly go together: 

  1. Holding On to Hope: A Pathway through Suffering to the Heart of God by Nancy Guthrie: Guthrie weaves her own story of the loss of two children through taking you on a journey of discovering the heart of God in the midst of suffering. She uses the story of Job as the backdrop and includes an eight-week study on Job in the back of this book. This books is chalk full of scripture!  And I could have probably put it in the above two categories too.
  2. Hearing Jesus Speak into Your Sorrow by Nancy Guthrie. Basically this book does just what it says… and it will help you know Jesus in a new and fresh way.
  3. Walking with God through Pain and Suffering by Tim Keller.   I can’t say enough good things about this book. This book has radically lifted my view of suffering outside of my western American mentality. Keller lays out beautifully how to face suffering in a way that is both validating to the one in pain but challenges you in your walk with God. I so appreciated how He wrote and covered so many different aspects of suffering. This is the best and most comprehensive book on suffering that I have read and I would highly recommend it to anyone… in suffering or not.
  4. A Place of Healing: Wrestling with the Mysteries of Suffering, Pain, and God’s Sovereignty by Joni Eareckson Tada:   From the back of the book “If God can heal me, why won’t he? How do we navigate that agonizing distance between such a magificant yes and such a heartbreaking no?” Tada, a quadriplegic from a diving accident 40 years ago writes with honesty as she has wrestled with these questions herself and finds herself in a fresh season of wrestling.  I read this as I was trying to wrap my mind around why God didn’t heal Sophie. It was just what I needed to read at the time from someone who had the platform to speak on such things.

When God isn’t who you thought He would be and you just need to be reminded that you’re not the only one whose thought that: 

  1. Not by Sight: A Fresh Look at Old Stories of Walking by Faith by Jon Bloom: Bloom takes 35 stories from the Bible and makes them come alive in fresh ways as he shares how men and women of old were challenged to walk in trust in the Lord regardless of what they see or their circumstances. The stories are short and insightful. An easy read.
  2. The Prisoner in the Third Cell “Will you follow a God who does not live up to your expectations?” By Gene Edwards. I read this book a month after our second daughter passed away and was deep in wrestling with the reality that God had not shown up like I thought He was going to, both in Dasah’s story but also in the story it seemed God was writing for our family and I didn’t like it.  This book was timely and wrecked me… in a good kind of wrecking… if there is such a thing.  It’s also very short, like I read it in two days short.

When it feels like sorrow and suffering just won’t leave your side:

  1. Hinds Feet On High Places by Hannah Hurnard: I can’t even tell you how many times I have read this book in so many seasons of life but this last year was the most poignant ever. This is a beautiful allegory of a girl named Much-afraid and her journey to the high places. It tells the story of the Shepherd leading her gently to the high places but much to her dismay, giving her the companions of sorrow and suffering.   I resonated deeply with every emotion Much Afraid experienced on the journey, how she viewed the shepherd and even how she began to see love and hope blossom in her heart.
  2. The Hiding Place by Corrie Ten Boom: I’m not sure what category to put this in but often in seasons of suffering I need to get my head out of my story and hear the story of another. This is a beautiful and honest story of hope and redemption and how Corrie Ten Boom’s faith grew in the midst of much suffering as her and her family helped to aid and hid Jews and eventually became a prisoner in a Nazi concentration camp along with her sister.

Specific to those who have experienced infant loss:

  1. Safe in the Arms of God: Truth from Heaven About the Death of a Child by John MacArthur: He answers the question that all of us baby loss parent’s want to know with assurance… is my baby in heaven?
  2. I Will Carry You: The Sacred Dance of Grief and Joy by Angie Smith: She tells the story of her daughters fatal diagnosis and choosing to carry her.   For those who are in the same situation this is a beautiful and heartwrenching read.   I took my time reading it through out my pregnancy with my firstborn, Sophie and couldn’t read the chapters that I had yet to experience but it was good to read a story of someone who had walked this path when I didn’t know anyone who had at the time.
  3. A Symphony in the Dark: Hearing God’s Voice in Seasons of Grief: by Barbara Rainey and Rebecca Mutz: Rebecca lost her daughter soon after birth. I devoured this story shortly after Sophie died and was struck by the faith of this family and the ways they pressed into the Lord in a season of great grief.

Specific to those who are carrying to term a baby not expected to live:

A Gift of Time: Continuing Your Pregnancy When Your Baby’s Life is Expected to Be Brief by Amy Kuebelbeck and Deborah L. Davis, Ph.D: I absolutely hated that I even owned a book with such a title but I have to say that this is the best and most comprehensive book on continuing your pregnancy and I would even go so far as to say every couple in this situation needs this book. It goes through everything from the emotions you’ll experience, the differences with your spouse, making medical decisions, funeral arrangements, a birth plan… I mean EVERYTHING! Very helpful guide as you go through this unchartered territory.

Bonus Children’s book:

 There’s a Party in Heaven! by Gary Bower:  a beautiful book for kids and adults painting a picture of heaven… get out the tissues for this one!

**There are many categories that I know I’m missing here, namely helping children deal with grief and of course books more specific to different losses.  There are so many more amazing books out there and I encourage you to look for the ones that would be additionally helpful to you and your family!  I will update this list as I find and read new ones!

Disclaimer:

If you are reading this list to know what to recommend to a friend please use discretion and caution. What is helpful to some is not helpful to others. Some may be offended if you send a book with a title that seems to add salt to their wounds. Unfortunately you will probably have no idea what that would be!  But please don’t let that keep you from sending a book that you feel led to send.  If you are unsure of how your friend may receive it or if it is a very fresh loss perhaps include a note saying something like this:

“Someone who has experienced loss recommends this book, it may not be helpful to you but I wanted you to have it in case the time came when you did want to pick up a book like this.   If it’s not helpful please feel free to pass it on or burn it or do whatever would be helpful for you. I just wanted you to know I care about you in your loss.”

Now a note like that would be both disarming and potentially amusing and your friend may truly thank you for giving them freedom to use or not use it. It’s like the friends of ours who sent us their Christmas card that said “Happy Holidays” and crossed out “Happy”.   Kevin and I laughed and felt so known!

So… Happy Reading! Or maybe “Happy Reading”is more appropriate.

I pray this list serves as a great resource for you who have experienced some kind of loss or has a friend walking through loss. Ultimately, I pray that God would use these books to give you permission to grieve and serve to draw you closer to Him, that you would begin to see Him becoming more real to you as you press into your pain and discover a deeper hope and joy than you’ve ever known.  At least, that’s my prayer for my husband and I and our family!