After caregiving for and losing her 18-year-old son, Robert, with profound medical needs, Juli Henderson found hope by embracing her journey through the power of voice.
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These brilliant and poignantly visual lyrics cut into me deeply. The “holy orange bottles” were just like Robert’s 30-40 medicine bottles that lined an entire section of cabinets and drawers in our kitchen.
Visiting Robert's gravesite. “He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.” (Psalm 147:3) 4,018 days and 96,432 hours On Friday, that will be the measurement of time since Robert stepped into eternity. My heart still aches each February 6 th and longs for his life to be nurtured by mine. Each day, I lean on God’s promise to tend to the places where my heart still knows no rest. I sit quietly, not rushing my healing, letting my sorrow have its space. That space is hol
The heart of a mom holds so much: the joy of nurturing our children, the gift of friendships that remind us of the beauty of life, and the ache of unexpected loss. I know many of you understand this part of the human symphony. It’s the evidence of living a full life.
