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"The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full." John 10:10 After the sudden and untimely death of my mother a little over two years ago, an all-consuming and unrecognizable grief hit me like a ton of bricks. While I had experienced loss before, this was different and hurt in ways that pierced right to the core of my being. I was lost and left navigating this life without the one person who always saw the best in me, cheered me on, and essentially could pull me out of the depths of depression. Now I have become forced to forge on being a mom without my own momma's wisdom, comfort, and understanding, and it honestly has been the most difficult thing I have ever done. Not only am I facing my own harsh realities, but I am navigating unchartered waters with my daughters who also struggle emotionally and suffer their own bouts of anxiety and depression. As you can imagine, emotions run high in our family with three daughters, and it can be overwhelming and exhausting at times. That said, we have had numerous discussions on how our thoughts affect how we feel and prompt what we do, festering joy or sorrow, and essentially bringing on guilt, shame, or inconceivable pain. So, the other day when my oldest daughters came home from school to share the devastating news of a classmate who took their own life, my heart sank. It also resurfaced the excruciating pain and memories of watching my oldest fall into the trap of lies and the agonizing subsequent actions that sprang up over the last two years. Honestly, there is nothing more heartbreaking for a momma's heart than watching her child drift in life, slowly succumbing to the ways of this world, making reckless decisions, and witnessing how guilt and shame lead to more destructive thoughts, considering life-altering choices. | 
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