Category Archives: When Life Hurts
Living with depression.
Living with an illness is never easy. We live in a world where we want to have quick fixes and instant solutions and we can be guilty of demanding that of God too, especially in regards to healing. I believe … Continue reading
Light in the Darkness
30 December 2006 is a day which changed my life forever and the consequences of which meant that nothing in my life will ever be the same again. My beautiful husband of 18 months, John, died aged 28, of illness, … Continue reading
At the Heart of Weakness
When my Mum died in February 2004 I began a journey of dealing with weakness. Handling grief during that time has often felt long and painful. And sometimes I think all I’ve learnt about grief is that it’s long and … Continue reading
Facing Grief: part 2
In my last entry I was in a very dark place in my grief. I was peeling back another layer and it was so painful. Finally, just this weekend I feel like I am on the other side of this … Continue reading
Chocolate and Elastoplasts
I would like to challenge the immortal words of Forest Gump, Is life really like a box of chocolates? Or more like a box of Elastoplasts? Why is it we go through life, experiencing hurt, pain, sorrow, and grief … Continue reading
Walking in the Desert of Transition
Over 2 years ago I felt ready to move on with my life. I’d always felt I may be spending my life in a hot poor country with kids in need, and after a few trips to Mozambique this felt … Continue reading
Facing Grief
February 8, 2007, my dad, Jose Madrigal, passed away at 11:48 p.m. It was the single worst day of my life. Words cannot describe how awful that day was for me, for our family. Our world was completely shattered. On … Continue reading
Trials
James 1:2-4 “Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not … Continue reading
In the Moment
Perhaps this will seem like something of a contradiction from the post about moving on, but hey. Its been about 6 weeks since my doctor confirmed what I’d suspected for awhile, the black dog had gone. The PPD/PND was over. … Continue reading
I have got to move on
I have got to move on, ‘cos I sure cannot stay here… The Young Disciples Writing that last post got me thinking a little more about the art of letting go. Admitting something is dead, a relationshop, a phase of … Continue reading
PPD, PND
Every once in awhile something happens.Something unexpected, that could change the paradigm you live in forever. It could be something wonderful, like getting married. Or it could be something devastating like a bereavement. Whatever it is, its one of those … Continue reading
