Is there an empty place at your table this Christmas? For many, this will be their first holiday season without their loved one. It’s OK to remember them. This year, my dad is celebrating his first Christmas in heaven.
I’ve got remember to tell Paul, I thought. My daughter-in-law Megan’s face glowed (She is now great with child.) in her last trimester, and I listened intently as she excitedly explained the preparations for the baby’s birth. And then
October 17, 2009, I became a single parent.
My husband of 28 years, Pastor Paul Giesbrecht, was killed in a tragic motorcycle accident. From the horrible day he died, I was forced to make all major decisions for my
I am sharing thoughts from my father’s celebration service today. My dad, Richard Adkins, was a Navy veteran who worked as a crew member on an aircraft carrier. He loved serving his country in the Navy; an
Loved ones, thank you for your prayers for our family. My father, Richard Adkins, went to his heavenly home on Monday, June 23. It was unexpected, which makes my recent Father’s Day blog even more meaningful.
First Thessalonians 4:13–18
Dear friends, merry Christmas and happy holidays to you and your families. During the holidays, those of us who have lost loved ones often feel a sense of sadness or loss, especially with observing traditions; there is an empty
Ever been ambushed by grief? On Monday we began talking about how to grieve through the holidays. If you missed the first five “lessons,” click here to catch up!
God is good. God’s goodness to me is not just a
Ever been ambushed by grief? This past weekend, I was enjoying an evening with my boyfriend, Jim, when suddenly grief snuck up on me and took me down without warning. Watching Christmas movies has been part of our family
October 17, 2013. Today is the four-year anniversary of the death of Paul Eugene Giesbrecht. It’s hard to know what to do with the anniversary of someone’s death. It definitely should not be forgotten. Yet it’s stressful to remember. Ecclesiastes
October 17, 2009, I said goodbye. Pastor Paul Giesbrecht’s motorcycle accident was horrific, unexpected, tragic. It was my worst nightmare; I was the one to find him, a crumpled heap by the side of the road, less than five