Grief doesn’t keep a tidy calendar. After months of waiting, closed doors, and a family pulled in different directions, we finally laid a mother to rest beside her dad and felt the first real breath of relief. The next morning, we did something brand new together: we walked into church as a family, not for ceremony or obligation, but for hope. What unfolded was honest and unscripted—tears in the first song, our toddler dancing through worship, and a message that hit like a key turning in a lo...
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