Some losses are loud. Others are quiet, tucked into the hidden places of our hearts. Both leave us changed. In this post, I’m writing about the losses we don’t name: the ones that linger at the end of a season, in the silence of unanswered prayers, and in the ache of dreams we’ve quietly set aside. But loss doesn’t have to undo us. With God, even grief can become the soil where something beautiful grows. Read the full reflection by clicking the title.
Grace in the Disarray 