I am so glad my church did not shy away from us in our grief. Like the courageous firefighters who jumped into dangerous waters to search for my son, my church selflessly jumped into the whirling, battering waters of grief with us.
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This article contains pieces of my laments from after my son died: anguish, guilt, doubt, fear, and learning to walk again.
I try to capture the experience of each affliction to help normalize the “crazy” you may be feeling. Then I try to help you with the harder part of lament—the part where you choose to trust.
