It's the end of January, and I made it through the second set of holidays without my son Eli. I don't have all the words to express how hard it was. But, with God's help and the help of the resources He's put on my path, I was able to make room. For love, peace, hope and holiday preparations. And for grief, sadness, and longing for my son. I am not sure how it all fit in my heart and soul, but it did. And then came the New Year...

Little did I know last April that I was about to receive an amazing gift. Now, sitting here days before Christmas, I’m unwrapping all that the retreat gave me. I am blessed to have a closer relationship with a God who loves me and only wants the best for me; I have a whole new group of women that I call my Sacred Sorrows sisters, who are there for me and praying for me whenever I need them; and I have a new sense of peace that I carry with me whenever I think about my son Christopher.

People say that grief comes in waves… sometimes you feel fine and others not.