“In July 2014, our 25-year-old son Ryan (my stepson) was killed when the gas can he was using to light his bonfire exploded. For three days, he was a missing person.
When my husband Michael and I found him, our worst nightmare became our truth.
A tragedy like that casts a long shadow. The barbed fingers of grief hook into every aspect of your being. Life split into two parts—before Ryan died and after.
How do you go on in the after?
Here is the link: Only Jesus Can Carry the Weight of a Broken Heart
I’d love to have you check it out.