I remember the day I felt heaven kiss earth.
I stood next to my youngest daughter, desperately praying for faith to believe what I could not see. I stood welcoming person after person offering condolences, sharing tears as each passed by her tiny casket. My body stood, but my mind? It swirled with questions and uncertainties, attempting to grasp the wisp of reality that eluded me.
How was I going to survive her death?
Was she really gone or was she somewhere else?
Was heaven for real?
Stories played like movies through my mind after my sweet girl died. Stories I studied in Scripture. Stories I had read to her. Like flipping through a Rolodex, I longed to find that ONE—THE story that would satisfy my longing for truth. (more…)
Are you there, God? I feel so alone.
You’d think I was used to being the new kid. By the time I entered third grade, I had attended three different schools and lived in four different states. The last move was the second in eighteen months. I struggled to make friends because all my eight-year-old mind wondered was, What if we move again? I hated good-byes almost as much as I hated new hellos. (more…)
by Kim Gunderson
“Higher!” I cried.
Leaning in, my hands grasping his, my dad pushed me up as I balanced my little four-year-old body against his feet. I giggled and he laughed as he stretched his legs as far as they would go.
“I’m flying!” I looked down at my dad and saw his smile. It filled every inch of his face and reflected my own.
Suddenly, I twisted. Maybe from the giggling or maybe his feet hit my ticklish spot, whatever the cause, I lost my perch on top of his feet and toppled headfirst toward the ground. (more…)
by Kim Gunderson
Nothing shakes the foundation of our lives like experiencing pain. I don’t mean the stub-your-toe-and-a-bad-word-might-slip-out kind. I’m talking about the gut-wrenching, life-altering, never-the-same-again, questioning-all-you-know variety.
The visit to the doctor. The phone call from a parent. The funeral. The discussion with your boss, your spouse, or even your child.
It’s been said that we’re either going through a difficult time, coming out of one, or about to head into one. (more…)
By Kim Gunderson
She stood among the sea of people, eyes closed, arms lifted high. The music swelled and her arms stretched farther, higher, as if trying to touch heaven itself.
My eyes drank in the sight: this brave woman who stood alone even though she was surrounded by others. Drawn to this tender example of a heart turned toward the Father, I witnessed her boldness and courage, her strength and her faith. She stood alone, but that’s not the reason I noticed her. It was the life she lived as she stood.
She chose to worship even though her child was dying.
How was she able to stand, let alone with such faith-filled abandon, even though she faced such sorrow?How could her face radiate joy even though she might soon bury her son? How could she rejoice in the Lord even though her heart was shattered?
The questions plagued me. (more…)