I Hope This Makes You Feel Less Lonely

I visit Mom’s facebook page late at night, when I really miss her. Sometimes I half expect there to be new pictures, and then quickly realize that there won’t be. There aren’t new memories to make and new pictures to post. She has no more life left to live. Pulmonary Fibrosis took that from our family.

So there I am in bed, scrolling through the same pictures I’ve scrolled through countless nights before, hoping to see something I haven’t yet. And I always find myself disappointed.

I’ve had conversations with God that go something like “I miss her so much. I just want you to give her back to me.” I said those words last night, actually. But I also realized last night – how cruel would that be? And not because Mom was sick, but because I realized how heartbreaking it would be to reach heaven, to be in the sweet presence of our Savior, only to be sent back here.

I picked up a new book at Barnes & Noble the other day called The Dead Moms Club. It recounts the author’s experience of losing her mom to pancreatic cancer. What I’ve really appreciated about this book is that the author, Kate Spencer, lays it all out on the table. The real, raw emotions that losing your mother to a horrible disease brings out. It’s made me feel like a human being actually understands my story. And it’s made me feel less lonely.

And maybe that’s why I’m writing this rambly, gloomy post – so that maybe someone else could feel just a little less lonely, too. Grief is isolating. But friend, you are not alone. You are not alone in your sorrow. You are not alone in what feels like irrational/crazy/dumb/whatever-you-call-them thoughts.

You are not alone. Because I am here, ready to listen to you gush about how amazing your mom/dad/brother/sister/child/best friend ever was, your favorite memories with them, the words you wish you would’ve said, how much you wish God could just give them back. But more importantly, you are not alone because God is with you. In the middle of your grief. Ready to listen to your questions, your angry words, your deep sorrow. He is near to the brokenhearted, and he saves the crushed in spirit.


An Honest Conversation

Dear, Church.

Let’s chat real quick about grief. I’ve noticed over the past several months how poorly equipped we can sometimes be in dealing with this. And I don’t know that it’s really anyone’s fault. Grief and death are tricky, and not everyone handles them in the same way. So what do we do when someone we know loses a loved one? How do we respond? How do we support our bereaved friends and family?

We can listen.

Sounds so simple, doesn’t it? But here’s the catch – try to just listen. As Christians, it can be so easy to want to slap a bandaid on with our words. We mean well,  but what we don’t always realize is that these statements can sometimes come from a place of our own discomfort. Just listening to someone and sitting with them in their grief can be awkward, and we don’t always know the right words to say. But friend, want to know the magic secret here? We don’t have to have words to say in these moments. Your grieving friend will so appreciate you quietly listening to them as they share how much they miss their loved one.

We can remind them of truth.

“But Sabrina, you just told me to listen?” Yeah, I know. I also told you grief was tricky, remember? While your friend desperately needs you to listen as they process their grief, they also need to be gently reminded of truth. Whether they’re angry, sad, anxious, or just a little numb, remind them that these feelings are normal. Grief can make you feel a little crazy, and it helps to have a friend validate your feelings and remind you that you’re not.

Along with feeling a little bit crazy, grief can also bring up feelings of guilt. In my personal experience with grief, my feelings of guilt have been where I’ve needed the most truth spoken into my life. My husband actually handled this really well. Each time I found myself broken over thoughts of “I could have given Mom one of my lungs. We had the same blood type. We were the same height. I probably would have been a match.” He lovingly reminded me that even if I had been the perfect match, Mom never would have agreed to it. And her doctors wouldn’t have either. This truth is just what my brain needed in that moment – to be reminded of the irrationality of it all, while still acknowledging that the pain is real.

Most importantly, you can remind your friend of truth found in Scripture. Please hear me out for a second- this is not the time to share your “everything happens for a reason” statements. They just don’t hold water here. (Sickness and death happen because we live in a broken world. Amen. The end.) However, this IS the time to share scripture like Psalm 34:18, which says, “The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit.” Another that I’ve continually reminded myself is John 1:5, “The light shines in the darkness but the darkness has not overcome it.” Your grieving friend needs to hear Scripture that comforts and gives hope.

We can be a friend.

This one sounds obvious, but it’s equally as important to note here. We have to be careful to not only see our friend for their grief. Sure, they want you to ask how they’ve been doing since so-and-so passed away, but they don’t want every conversation to find itself there. Go have lunch with them. Talk to them about a book you just read and are LOVING. Take them to get a pedicure. Just be their friend and love them like you’ve always done, but maybe with just a little extra grace, okay?

Church, I know that death makes us uncomfortable. And I’m certainly not claiming to be an expert in the matter. But I really think these three actions – listening, reminding of truth, and being a friend – are at least really great steps in the right direction. Let’s work on this together, shall we?


The Promise of Redemption

So many of God’s promises were fulfilled in Jesus – promises made long ago in Old Testament. I have no idea how many were made by God to his people about the work that Jesus would do on this earth (I know it was A LOT), but Jesus fulfilled them all. The most important promise of God was fulfilled in Jesus death and resurrection – the promise of redemption.

Before Jesus, sacrifices were required to be made by the high priest in the temple on ones behalf. No one but the high priest was allowed behind the curtain into the holy of holies where God was said to dwell and sacrifices were made. But the book of Hebrews tell us that when Jesus’ blood was spilled, he became our high priest, giving himself as a permanent sacrifice so that we can be eternally redeemed.

Hebrews 4:16 tells us that we can now “with confidence draw near to the throne of grace, that we may receive mercy” (ESV). Because of what was done on the cross and in the tomb (that tomb is empty by the way, y’all!), we have complete freedom to come before God to request and receive the sweet forgiveness given through Jesus Christ. No longer do we need anyone to make sacrifices over and over again for our mistakes and request God’s forgiveness on our behalf. God made a way for us to approach him directly, be eternally redeemed, and dwell with him.

Our God – what a promise keeper. Hallelujah.

This is our gospel truth, the story of Easter. The story of a precious baby, born to a virgin, who lived a perfect, sinless life, only to be crucified on a  cross at a place called Golgotha. He was betrayed by one of his best friends, arrested, mocked, beaten, and murdered for you and me. Rising from the grave after three days, our Savior. Sweet redemption.

We did nothing to deserve this, yet Jesus gave himself anyway. I think that’s the beauty of this story. What great love God showed to us. What great desire he has to be in relationship with us that he would sacrifice himself. It’s crazy and wild and so humbling. Wherever you find yourself this Easter, take some time to really dwell on this beautiful gift of salvation and redemption we’ve been given. Happy Resurrection Day, y’all.





Failed Bullet Journaling and My Prayer for 2018

I wandered the aisles of Target last November, bored. Jonathan must have been on a work trip because I wandered alone. We usually make Target trips together after dinner. I eventually made my way over to the journals, digging to find a bullet journal that met my “cute journal” standards, and found none. So I did what any good millennial would do and ordered one on Amazon instead.

I could NOT wait for this journal to come in the mail. This bullet journal was going to be the stuff Pinterest dreams are made of and would solve all of my productivity (read procrastination) problems. I managed to create a really great list of what I should be doing to keep our apartment clean, complete with a few different bullet point styles to designate how often each task on this list was to be done. Spoiler alert: I think the last time I looked at that list was the night I wrote it using my favorite purple and green Paper Mate Flair pens. Welp. At least I tried, right? *insert shoulder shrug emoji*

Fast forward about two months and a few dust bunnies later, I pulled out that bullet journal and my Paper Mate Flairs, and wrote, “Blessed is the man who remains steadfast under trial, for when he has stood the test he will receive the crown of life, which God has promised to those who love him. James 1:12.”

Steadfast. That word. It kept finding a way to grab my attention last year. Steadfastness became such a reoccurring theme in Sunday sermons and summer Bible studies, so it didn’t surprise me at all when the verse I found to doodle in my journal was James 1:12. And there it was, staring me in the face. In my own handwriting. STEADFAST.

God is calling me to this James 1:12 kind of steadfastness. I know he is. He’s only been doing it for about a year, and I’m finally listening.

So my prayer for 2018 is that God would make me steadfast.

I want to be steadfast in my pursuit of him. Quite honestly, I struggle with this. My prayer life and Bible reading can be pretty inconsistent. I’m praying that God would deepen my desire to know him and love him more. That he would help me to develop habits that grow my faith and lead to the kind of steadfastness that James 1:12 talks about.

I want to be steadfast in my marriage. Marriage is hard, y’all. And marriage is so worth the effort. In this season of figuring out married life and how to do it well, I want my heart to always be fully invested, even when grieving makes it hard. My prayer is that God will teach me and help me to love my husband well.

I want to be steadfast in my friendships. I want to have more intentional conversations with my friends that will lead to forming the kind of community that my mom had with her Bunco Ladies. My prayer is that I would make time for these conversations and that I would listen well.

I also want to be steadfast in my blogging. Blogging is such an opportunity for ministry. So much can be gained from sharing and listening to others’ stories. We are all called to share stories of how God has and is working in our lives. These stories can give life, wisdom, encouragement, and hopefully a laugh or two along the way. There is no limit to how God can use a story to impact someone’s life. My prayer is that God would shine through the life stories I share with you. That you will see his faithfulness in my life, even when I’m not consistently faithful to him.

What are you praying for this year? I would love to join you in that. Leave a comment or feel free to contact me via the contact page of my blog. I look forward to hearing from you!

Thoughts on Advent

Sitting in the quiet glow of Christmas lights and an Edison bulb lamp, I wonder how Mary must have felt while riding on the back of a donkey from Nazareth to Bethlehem. Her husband, Joseph, at her side. Was she scared? Overwhelmed with anticipation? Or was she at peace knowing that Jesus, the Prince of Peace, would soon be born from her virgin womb?

I’ve never thought much about Advent until recently. Maybe my Baptist roots are to blame. I never noticed much emphasis given to Advent in church growing up. Or maybe the problem was exactly that. I never noticed.

This Advent season, I’m taking the time to notice. I’m taking the time to meditate on this promised Prince of Peace, and I’m clinging tightly to the promises he’s made. Promises like the ones made to David that a king would be born of his lineage who would one day save the world. Promises like the ones made to shepherds out in a field about a baby who would bring great joy to all people.

Theses promises give me hope and peace. They give me hope in seeing how God was faithful to his word a couple thousand years ago, and knowing that he is still faithful to do so today. They give me peace in knowing that I have a heavenly father who desires to have a relationship with me and cares about my well-being. He is near to me, and he will comfort me in my grief.

After losing my mom in August, I find myself needing a little extra comfort this Advent season. And maybe you’re feeling the same way for reasons all your own. My prayer and my challenge to you, dear friend, is this: that your need for comfort causes you to lean into the Lord and receive the love the he so freely gives, that you may cling a little harder to the promises of God, and in these promises, may you find hope and peace.

Happy Advent, and Merry Christmas.



God is in the Grief

I recently read a blogpost that asked the question, “Where do you feel God?”. I sat for a minute and jotted down a few places and ways in which I most often feel God’s presence – sunsets, stars, hiking, music, quiet time spent with him. And then I thought, where do I feel God in my grief? I know that he is there. Right in the middle of it. But it took a little more digging to figure out specific ways in which I have felt God while grieving the loss of my sweet Momma.

I felt his Spirit in the hospital room with my dad and brother as my mom struggled to take her last breath. There was such a deep sorrow shared between the three of us as we held her hands and brushed her hair away from her face. But I also felt a calm stillness that I knew was the presence of my Jesus. I felt a peace in the midst of our sadness.

I have felt God through people. I felt his thoughtfulness in the meals that people brought to our family’s home when we left the hospital.  I felt his joy as I watched a video of mom’s friends releasing balloons to celebrate her birthday. I felt his love in the sympathy cards, notes, and encouraging texts sent by family and friends. I continue to feel his love in the hugs and forehead kisses my husband gives me on days when I really miss my mom. I’m so thankful that God uses ordinary people to make his presence known in such tangible ways. He knows how much I need this, and he’s faithful to provide it.

I continue to feel God in prayer and Scripture. Prayer is not easy in grief. Sometimes I’m irrationally angry, and sometimes my prayers are not more than a few words long. But I know that he is close. And I know that he is listening. I can feel his nearness. Psalm 34:18 says, “The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and he saves the crushed in Spirit.” I cling to this verse because it reminds me of the nearness I feel in prayer. It reminds me that even in the loneliness that grief can bring, God is there, and he’s walking through this alongside of me.

Nothing quite prepares you for this kind of loss. The kind that hurts so deeply it can become all-consuming. I sometimes think about  about all the things that my mom won’t get to experience – growing old with my dad, skydiving with my brother, holding and helping to raise her grandchildren – and my heart is broken. But I am thankful that in the middle of my grief, I am able to feel God’s presence in so many ways, and that in his presence I find peace. I am thankful that he comforts me through his Holy Spirit, through his people, and through his word. And I am thankful that my sweet Momma is experiencing his presence in the most real way.

Lessons in Loving Well

Love is a fun, and love takes effort. There’s so much to navigate and so many lessons to learn. But when I think about my relationship with Jonathan, I think learning has been my favorite part. In honor of our upcoming wedding (14 days!!!), I thought I’d share a few lessons I’ve learned while trying to love him well.

Show interest.
Jonathan LOVES his car. For a while, it drove me crazy. I could not understand what the big deal was. Why is he so into this car? Why are we going to a car show before 10 a.m. on a Saturday? WHO WAKES UP EARLY ON SATURDAYS?!? Then it hit me. His car is his hobby. And the minute I started showing interest and asking questions, we were able to connect in a new way. I’m not saying cars are my new favorite thing, but it’s kind of adorable to listen to him geek out over his car, and I’ve learned some cool stuff about cars along the way, too.

Go on adventures together.
Before moving to Nashville, I had never been hiking. After the first hike Jonathan took me on, I was hooked. Now it’s one of our favorite things to do together. I love hiking new trails with him and revisiting the ones we really enjoy. It’s the most fun, and I so look forward to exploring all the far away places we’ve dreamed of hiking when we’re married.


Listen to understand, not to respond.
This is something I’ve heard before, but not really put into practice until recently. When Jonathan and I are upset with each other, my first instinct is to think about how I’m going to respond to him. This is a problem because I’m not actually trying to understand what he’s saying or why he’s upset – I’m only trying to think of a good comeback to win the argument. Resolving conflict is not always easy, but it’s so much easier to do when you’re listening to understand the other person’s concerns instead of listening to debate them. Truly take time to listen so you can understand the problem. Validate the other person’s feelings. Find a solution in which both of you win and both feel heard. And move on.

Be honest.
The biggest lesson I’ve learned in our relationship is the importance of being honest with one another. We made a promise early on to never keep secrets from each other. And y’all. Sometimes that is so hard, but all the time it is so worth it. I’ve found that the more honest we are, with the good stuff and the bad stuff, we become more understanding of the other person and their needs.


Love is fun, and love takes effort. Always be willing to learn, and do your best to love well.


Band Aid Statements

Band aid statements are the worst. They’re the kind of thing you say when you aren’t sure what to say to someone who’s sick or hurting in efforts to comfort them or to make conversation. The kicker, though – they aren’t actually comforting and they aren’t received as welcomed conversation. Take a look at this list of band aid statements and suggestions of what to say instead!

“You don’t look sick!” (Also see, “Well, you look great!”)

“Um ok – tell me what [sick] looks like and maybe I’ll get it right next time.” – Mom

This might just be my favorite *insert sarcasm and violent eye roll here*. This is not a compliment and can be frustrating  when said to someone whose illness is relatively invisible to the outside world. This makes the person feel as if they need to justify themselves or remind you of their illness.

“How are you?”

“If you ask chronically sick person that question you better want to know and care – otherwise just say hello.” – Mom

This one is tricky because it’s commonplace to use this as a greeting. Do not, I repeat, DO NOT use this as a greeting with someone who is ill unless you genuinely mean it. Sometimes this question should just be left out of your conversation completely. People don’t actually enjoy discussing their illness all the time (gasp!). Use your discernment with this one.

“Have you tried . . . ?” (fill in the blank)
Y’all. This is not the time to try and pawn off whatever product you’re peddling even if your motive is completely pure. This is also not the time to suggest that he or she try to lose weight. This is the time to be a friend, a listening ear, a shoulder to cry on. If they want your advice, they’ll ask. Until then, it’s probably best to keep it to yourself.

“He/She/You will be okay.”
This statement is only appropriate when the man in your life has a cold and tells you he’s dying (ladies, am I right?).

Several months ago, I actually had someone say this to me in reference to my mom, who has Pulmonary Fibrosis. This statement was frustrating primarily because it may not be true. It’s also frustrating because the statement was made in reference to the fact that my mom is young. Being young does not equate with being okay or the potential to be okay.

“Everything happens for a reason.”

“People mean well when they say this, but they don’t understand how much it can affect a recently diagnosed person. Depression is very common when you first receive a diagnosis (or even get chronically sick without a diagnosis) and that just makes you feel worse.” – Hollie S.

While I firmly believe God has a purpose and plan, when having a conversation with someone who is ill you need to check this kind of church lingo at the door. It can actually do more harm than good.

Please hear me out – I am not saying that spiritual encouragement has no place. It has every place and is so important. But let’s be careful to make sure that we’re using our words to speak light into the darkness instead of using them to haphazardly fill a void.

What to Say Instead
“I honestly don’t know what to say. That really sucks, and I’m sorry.” These are actually my favorite – no sarcasm or eye rolls here.

Be a friend. Share your life with them. Mom says, “We want regular conversations that keep us in the loop. Tell us what’s going on, tell us your troubles just as you had before – and visit them often. Shut-ins are lonely.”

Ask how you can be praying for them. Better yet, pray with them. Y’all, prayer is so powerful and so encouraging. Mom says, “praying is NOT the least thing someone can do – it’s the most important.”

Bunco Ladies

Mom has played bunco with the same group of women for years now.These sweet, Southern Baptist ladies meet once a month for dinner, fellowship, and an extremely competitive game of rolling dice. They celebrate holidays together, dressing up in costumes for Halloween and exchange ornaments for Christmas. (Their ornament exchange is almost as intense as their bunco playing.) These ladies may get crazy, but they love each other fiercely.

They live life together – the good, the bad, and the ugly. They laugh so hard they cry (or pee their pants), and they mourn together over loss and hardship. They rally around one another in times of need, and they cover their sisters in prayer. It’s such a sweet thing to witness, and I’m thankful for these bunco ladies now more than ever.

Currently, they’re rallying around my mom. They meet her for lunch and occasionally take her out to dinner. Some are holding fundraisers to help offset medical costs. Others come over to the house to do crafts with mom. And the very brave accompany her to Target where she terrorizes unsuspecting shoppers by zipping around corners on a motorized scooter (I’m looking at you Annette Andrews).

Bunco ladies, I am so thankful for you. You are a beautiful example of both Galatians 6:2 and 1 Peter 4:10. You have all  used your gifts to encourage and support my mom throughout her journey with Pulmonary Fibrosis. Your love, helpfulness, and prayers mean more to our family than you will ever know.

Bear one another’s burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ.
Galatians 6:2

As each has received a gift, use it to serve one another, as good stewards of God’s varied grace
1 Peter 4:10




Beauty Redefined

“Something that everyone seems to find true – lasting beauty is in the heart of another. In the qualities that seem to bring out the best in others…Wrinkles conquer everyone. But a heart? That just gets more and more beautiful with Jesus and time.”

This was the response I received after asking a good friend how she would define beauty. And I found such truth in her words. You see, beauty is something so many women strive for, and these same women time and time again feel like they will never measure up.

The problem, however, is not that we don’t measure up. The problem is that we have allowed our definition of beauty to become so outwardly focused when that was never the way beauty was meant to be defined.

Do not let your adorning be external-the braiding of hair and the putting on of gold jewelry, or the clothing you wear-but let your adorning be the hidden person of the heart with the imperishable beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which in God’s sight is very precious.
1 Peter 3:3-4

Scripture speaks so clearly about this. Beauty is not defined by the clothes we wear or the makeup we use to paint our faces. Beauty is not defined by the pictures we compare ourselves to in the magazines we skim through at the grocery store. This outward, physical beauty that we so desperately continue to chase after – it fades.

Not only does our physical beauty fade, but it’s not what God desires for us to seek. God’s desire is that we would seek this “imperishable beauty”, this beauty that is inwardly focused and defined by your character. Instead of fixating on our appearance, God calls us to shift our attention to something deeper -the beauty of our soul.

This is why I found such truth in the words of my friend, Maegen. The qualities that deem us truly beautiful are found within and not without. The qualities that deem us truly beautiful are the ones created and stirred up inside our souls as we spend time both reading and obeying the Word of God – qualities like “love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, gentleness, self control, truth, loyalty, humility, and so on.”

Charm is deceptive and beauty if fleeting,but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.
Proverbs 31:30